There it was, the signal that he wasn't as big an ass as he'd been pretending to be. Leaning in, Thea hugged him tightly. "Yeah," she murmured. "I know." It must suck to die and then come back to life and find things so changed.
"I don't think Ollie hates you, though," she advised, pulling back so she could settle beside him, shoulder brushing his. "You were his oldest friend, Tommy. He cares about you."