"Trust me, I know, and are very grateful for it." He might had never thanked his father, but he'd always been aware that he was the lucky one. "There aren't many problems ad responsibilities, either. Those would require jobs or family. I had neither. Well, my father, but he's probably happier now that I'm gone." He smiled at the last part. "Nice jeans."
Tommy looked at Callen for a moment, deciding to ignore the part about Oliver. They were friends, end of story. "The fact that you're well aware why you do it and still do it makes it even more commendable. You could say fuck it and get what everyone else has."
That line of reasoning made him not want to do anything they told him to do. "Do you know how you said that people tell you that they don't want to be like you? I don't want to be like Oliver. I love him and he's been my best friend since we were children, but that island screwed with him. I'm not going to let this island screw with me more than it already is. One of us needs to stay normal to remind him who he is." He was not going to let Oliver turn into that Hood Man again if he could help it.
He chuckled. "Unless you're planning to detox with me, we're not doing anything together. My achievements are not what you expect, things like getting enough sleep so I don't pass out, making sure my hands don't tremble too much when warming food to avoid third degree burns, wishing that I'd die somewhere during the first fifteen minutes of training so I don't have to deal with the rest. I'm too hot, too cold, too tired, too restless, too so many things and no, we're not going through that together. I appreciate the speech, but it's not necessary."