RP: Oliver
Who: Oliver When: 3-8-13/3-9-13 very late night/very early morning Where: The beach Summary: Oliver lets go.
Earlier, soon after their arrival, Oliver had accompanied Claudia to the covered jetty on the beach off of the hotel. Tommy had wanted space, and Claudia had been looking for someone to go with her "for a good blubber" who wouldn't try to comfort her or be annoyed standing around while she cried. Oliver had fit that bill, apparently, and whether that was a good or bad thing he didn't know, as he was indifferent about it. So he'd stood on one side of the jetty while she'd cried her eyes out on the other, and then they'd returned to the hotel for dinner.
Unlike Claudia, however, Oliver hadn't been able to release any pent up emotion while out on the jetty. So when he'd gotten the text that Tommy would be gone for the night, Oliver didn't stick around the hotel room. He used the balcony as his egress, the pool being closed and dark. He headed out to the beach for a long walk along the water's edge.
He carried his shoes, and the cool tide lapped at his bare feet. Whether he was acting like a moping teenager or a brooding adult, he didn't care. Tommy was hurting, that Oliver knew, but how Tommy was acting made Oliver feel like he'd done something completely wrong when he knew he hadn't. He wasn't about to tell Tommy he wanted a relationship right now when it wasn't true. It didn't mean it wouldn't change in the future, but rushing into things seemed to be the motus operandi with this group. It seemed more cruel to Oliver that one of the reasons these people chose to be in relationships with each other simply because there were no other options and he was supposed to follow suit. How was that right? He didn't want to choose to be with Tommy, or anyone, just because they were the only one available.
Oliver stopped walking, closed his eyes, and took the time to breathe. He needed to get this out of his head, to stop caring about Tommy's hurt over it. There was no guilt to be had, no remorse in being honest. Yao had once told him not to cling to the past, or let emotion cloud him, or he wouldn't survive.
Oliver let his breathing take him back to that place, the ocean washing away those feelings with every lap against his feet.