"Oh no, I asked you last night to leave me alone. I've told you today that it's not about you. The two are not connected. In fact, there's no point to leave me alone now that you know, and you are an asshole." He sighed. "I'd rather talk to you than TJ, but you have to help me out with this, because I really have no clue."
Tommy snorted. "If we go skipping down any street, hand-in-hand or not, we deserve to be shot on the spot." He turned to his side, facing Oliver. "I don't need you to pledge anything. I know you love me, just like I've always loved you. That's the easy part, Ollie. I don't know the rest, and I'm trying to figure it out, but you don't make it easy, trying to be all logical. I don't want logic and space and time. I want to know what you think, and yes, even the part about throwing me out the window. It's not like I haven't thought about smacking you, but then I'd ruin my hands. Is this something you'd even consider? And if not, does it make our pretending harder?"