"Always been," he answered with a smile. "And if by that, you mean I'm developing muscles, then you'd be right, mostly because I hurt in places I didn't know there were muscles. Maybe I should complain to Isles and get her to declare me not fit for whatever this is. I'm perfectly all right sitting in an office."
He leaned closer. "And unlike you, I wouldn't be desperate enough to hit on Margaret." He rolled back in position. "This is why everyone is gay, I've decided. It's like jail. You aren't gay because you don't like women. You're gay, because it's the only way to get laid."
Tommy didn't take his hand away, because maybe people here were gay because they had no choice, but he was becoming obsessed with Oliver's body. He didn't think it was desperation either. No, he wanted to know Oliver's secrets. He wouldn't ask for them, but he still wanted to know about those five years they'd been apart.
"They are not ugly," Tommy said after a moment. "I'm very grateful for those scares, because they mean you survived and you're here. They could never be ugly, Oliver, not to me, not when the alternative would mean that I'd never see my best friend."