"How about I tell Brian that we need beds and you can deal with Savannah? She's your partner." At this point, Tommy didn't give a damn one way or another about covers as long as they got those beds.
He looked at his friend and shook his head. He shouldn't be pissed, and he wasn't because Oliver didn't want a relationship. He understood that part. No, he was pissed because for some reason Oliver thought that they'd need to have this discussion twice, when he'd been pretty clear on Sunday. The fact that Oliver couldn't even see that made him want to bang his head - or Oliver's - against the wall. He decided for less painful solution: avoidance.
"Don't worry, Oliver. Everything is fine. I didn't expect anything to happen before I talked to you. I didn't expect anything after I spoke with you. A cover as friends is more than I thought possible, so it's fine. Right now, I'm looking forward to a vacation with sun, beach, alcohol and sex. It'll be like the good old days... with less money." Even if it was just a weekend, Tommy could take advantage of the time, and come Monday, he'd worry about this stupid cover, training and whatever else came up.