"If you're going to wear those things, which are an insult to anyone with eye sight, then we might as well add a zippo," he said, chuckling. "I'm such a good planner."
Tommy shrugged, but smiled. "I told you. I have o problem being the damsel in distress and you can be the White Knight. I'll stand around with my best suit, looking totally charming and elegant and you can do the work. It's a shame that we both develop callouses."
He sat back and grabbed his own cup from the floor, giving Oliver the space he needed if he wanted to talk, still surprised when he did. "I'm sorry about him, about what you had to do. No man should be forced to kill, but you aren't a killer Oliver. If coming here is going to stop you from doing what you were doing, killing without even blinking, then I'm not sorry that we're here. You deserve better than that life."