Tommy drew circles with his thumb on Oliver's neck, trying to give him some support. "I'm sorry, Oliver. I mean, I never thought about what you had to go through. As much as I asked, I never thought about the details, and I'm sorry. I should have. I should have thought of it, asked about it."
He reached for Oliver's hand with his free one. He squeezed it gently. "You're not alone now. I know I'm hardly good for anything, but I am here with you and there are a lot of other people. You're not doing it alone, and when the memories get to be too much, you talk to me. We're supposed to do this survival thing with our roommates, which means me and you. Together."
Tommy shifted and hugged him, clapping his back. "I'm here, a little useless, but here, and I don't know how hard it is to do all of those things, but I know you don't have to go through that again." He pulled back. "If only because we're carrying a zippo with extra gas from now on," he teased.