"I do remember it, Tommy. All those years when nothing mattered but the next party, the next girl, and the next hit. Floating on a drug-induced high that made everything better," Oliver said. "But looking back now, I know that it didn't make things better. It only hid the bad things for a while, or made us do those bad, stupid things. Sobriety might be miserable, but at least you're in control of what you do and I'd prefer that, for me and for you."
Oliver smiled. "I wouldn't want to be stuck on an island in another dimension with anyone else." He had no idea if they would have gotten this close back home, not with him (badly) keeping secrets or sharing anything about his ordeal.
"Kicking ass with all those previously unknown muscles. I'd like to see that," he said, poking Tommy in the side.