"Maybe the problem is that I do care," Oliver said, jaw tightening. "But don't worry, I'm gone."
Oliver walked away from Tommy, back to the dining area. He paused beside Savannah's table, who had the clearest view of the lounge amongst all the other necessary lines of sight. He bent his head to speak quietly in her ear.
"Tommy wants to sit in the lounge, alone. Are you good with it?"