"There's always Margaret," Oliver joked, then shrugged. "I haven't really thought about sex since we got here. Gone are the days when anything that wiggled captured my attention. I don't have the time, or inclination, for bathroom flings. If the right person comes along, then we'll talk."
Oliver glanced back through the window of the house. "Being with these people as a group doesn't bother me much. It's not like we're having a party. We work with them, or for them - the label doesn't matter. If they give us what we want, we can give them what they want without needing to hold hands. I can be nice sometimes, and who knows, maybe I'll learn how to make a second friend."