"How the hell would I forget, Oliver? They tell us 24/7. They tell us so many times that I don't care anymore, and forgetting, if only for just one night would be so very good, and damn the consequences, but of course not. You need to play super soldier, or whatever it is you do when you get all moody and monosyllabic." He stared at him. "You know, I do get that island changed you, but you knew how to talk, how to behave around proper people, how to pretend to care. Maybe if you started channeling your twenty year old self, you might fool more people. I know you used to."
What he was doing wasn't fair, taking months of frustration out on Oliver, and while somethings were his fault, a great many others weren't, but Tommy didn't care at the moment. "And how is being at a table with all of those people considered being alone?"
He sighed, trying to calm down, because this wouldn't help him get what he wanted. "You don't- I'm asking you to please go to the table and give me a few minutes. I'll just sit in the lounge for a while, not long, okay?"