Tommy stared for a moment, but then cracked a smile. "I do give a good performance, if I do say so myself," he answered, feeling slightly better. Okay, not really, but at least he was not on the verge of a panic attack.
"Okay, walk, I can do that. I don't want to." He was still rambling when Oliver pulled him forward, but at least this time the grip was momentary, enough to make him move. "Getting drunk is a great. Oh wait, it's mine. Of course, it's amazing." He stopped and turned as he watched a car go by. "What the hell... did you see that car? That's- No idea what that car was, and I know cars, and the plates. Oliver, all the plates are different."
He was looking at his friend, but Oliver was looking forward, eyes darting around. Once again, Tommy was struck with the knowledge that Oliver had changed on that island. The Oliver from before would have never paid attention, but now he was. As they walked, he saw Oliver pick up a paper from a little outdoor stand in front of a store. He was so casual about it that he doubted anyone else would have noticed. "What's that? San Francisco Chronicle? Why do I keep thinking that we're not in Kansas anymore, or Starling city?" he asked dejected.