Oliver chuckled, accepting the glass. Things had been hectic, even though they'd tried to get back on routine this past week. It hadn't really worked out. Too many people crowded into the safehouse, no privacy, only a little porch to catch your breath. It was like being at a never-ending obligatory dinner party, with no rendevous to alleviate the tedium.
"We're soon not going to be able to pass anything off as the follies of youth," Oliver joked. He glanced around the restaurant, the knots of celebration going on for John and Nick's birthdays. "Glad or displeased not to be added to the list of celebrants?" Oliver hadn't mentioned anything about Tommy's birthday. In fact, he hadn't even thought about it until his calendar reminded him of it on that day. He wouldn't be adding any gold stars to his friendship chart for it.