"So were you," he answered. "I really care for her. She's... different than any woman I've been with, but she's not... she's not you. And it doesn't even matter, maybe given time, things would have changed and we would have built a life together. Maybe not. I don't know. I have no way to know what might have happened, but it didn't happen."
Tommy had been prepared for a lot of discussions about not being ready, needing time. All of that had been considered and wasn't a big deal, because Tommy wasn't sure he was ready either. In fact, a week ago, he would have expected Oliver to say that he didn't want this at all. He was straight, he didn't fuck men, but after the last twenty-four hours things had changed, and in the past ten minutes, Tommy had started to believe that they were finally on the same page.
He was wrong.
He pulled his hand back like he'd been burned. "Right, of course, I'm sorry. I threw all of this at you without thinking. It's fine, Oliver. You take all the time you need, and I guess we'll just deal with the cover, we'll try not to go out or be in public together. In private, it's easy, we are who we are."