"Look at porn on the internet?" he said with a smirk, before shrugging. "I don't know, Oliver. I'm trying, and it is better in a way, at least physically, but those brownies? God, they reminded me of a different life. I still miss it, Oliver. Shooting bullets isn't nearly as fun as shooting heroine."
Tommy snorted. "You're an idiot, that's what you are. You don't have to humor me all the time. Just sometimes."
He rested his hand on Oliver's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "She won't. She's a doctor, and I don't either. I see you as my best friend, one who survived to be here with me, to snap me out of it when I start on my pity party. I can't say that I know who I am or what I want to do, but I know that I want to do it with you around. I really missed you, Oliver. I got so much worse when you disappeared. Everyone put it off as me being a rich spoiled brat, but I missed you. We've been inseparable since we were children, and then you were gone, and nothing filled that void, not the women, not the drugs. Nothing. I have you back ad that makes up for everything else. So if Doctor Isles does anything stupid or asks something too personal or pities you, you can tell me and I can kick her ass for you How's that?"