"Know what, Oliver? Because you asking me if I'm gay is ... stupid. You know I'm not gay, because you've seen me with women." He raised his glasses for a moment, staring at Oliver. "Is that what you're really asking?" Because he wasn't sure he had the answer to any other question.
Tommy sat up. "What the hell are you saying, Oliver? What relationships do you think mean something to me? Do you even have a clue why I was upset? No, you don't, so don't tell me you're sorry when you can sit there and tell me that we're practically married, without the sex, because even if the lack of sex didn't pretty much indicate that we're not a couple, you don't talk to me, and I might be fucked up, but I'm pretty sure that not every discussion needs to be the result of some big event like getting clean, or a fight, or someone's death or whatever else might happen next."
He lowered the shades again and sighed. "Did it ever occur to you that I was upset because I'd like that relationship with you. Not the sex, maybe. I don't know." He closed his eyes and another image appeared. "Fuck, I think I kissed TJ last night... fuck, Travis is going to kill me." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter, what matters is you, us. You've been my constant since we were children. Friend, family, you were practically everything, and then you were gone, and it hurt to breathe when I thought about you, about going through life without you, and now you're back, and I have no idea how I feel, and you... you're so different." He stopped, trying to keep the emotions in check, and deciding that it was time to shut up. "Next time you apologize, figure out what you're apologizing for, that's all."