Oliver pressed his palms together, brought his hands to his mouth, and rested the sides of his forefingers against his lips. He didn't hurry to respond because this was not something to be rushed.
"I'm glad Thomas was around," he started with, because Tommy had come so far and Oliver would be pained to see him fall.
"I'm not going to run away," he also put out there. "I'm not disgusted or weirded-out. I've been with men. That's not an issue."
Oliver turned his gaze from the windows to look at Tommy. "I don't like you hurting." It was impossible not to avoid hurt, or cause hurt, altogether, but Oliver really did not like it when Tommy was hurting in any way.
"I don't know what to do," he admitted last. "We've already established that I've become dead in certain areas from the island, and part of me has been reviving because I've been here with you. Losing it - you - would be..." Devastating. Catastrophic. Heartbreaking. "...regrettable."