Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose, because none of this was making any sense and he was getting whiplash from the changes. "And you don't need a relationship to have sex," he said, even if the reply was mostly to give him time to think, and then deciding that no amount of thinking would clarify the situation.
He sat on the bed and stared at Oliver. "You're going to have to do this in complete sentences, like I know you can do, Oliver. Sentences that make sense, and not just random bits taken out of some romance book, because what I have here is the following. You're not interested, but you're interested. You're not ready for a relationship, but you want a relationship. At this point, the only thing I know I want is a fucking bag of heroine, but I'll take coke or E. So I suggest you think long and hard, before you open your mouth again and explain, because I can't do this over and over and over again."