Oliver was going to choke Tommy. And then throw him out the window. And run him over with the car a few times for good measure. "You're making me insane."
He held up a finger. "One, you don't know what if you're really feeling is brotherly relief or something more. Two," he held up a second finger, "I'm not opposed to it in theory, as that's all it is right now, and three," a third finger went up, "it doesn't effect pretending for me, but it seems to for you."