Tommy knew that they were joking, but he couldn't help being serious for a moment. "I don't know about the chicks and the damsels, but I don't dig them, not when the scars mean that you suffered, but I don't mind them."
He grabbed Oliver's shirt, pretending to need help with his balance. "Now, you don't want to make me fall down, although with that news. Definitely more than once. It's been a dry month or two before we got here, nothing more than that. And once? Really? What's wrong with you? I threw a party for you. We'll just have to arrange that date with Margaret."