Tommy wanted to sleep. He didn't think that it was such a great thing to ask for. Of all the people they had, they couldn't have asked Marty's partner who had not gone clubbing, but no, he was stuck here. At least he could get some sleep. Or he planned to.
Until Oliver spoke up.
Tommy sat up so quickly that a jolt of pain cut through "Fuck." He closed his eyes behind the dark glasses. "What are you doing? Trying to kill me by migraine?"
He leaned back again. "Just because I went to a gay club and I happen to have a gay friend, it doesn't mean that I'm gay, as the hundreds of women I've dated can attest to." He turned his head and looked at Oliver, squinting against the light. "Why? Why are you asking? Why do you think you wouldn't know? I've never kept secrets from you."