Oliver sat down beside him, leaving some room between them so they can talk. He did take the time to gather his words, because listening back on what he'd said did seem scattered. He was continuing a conversation with a person who wasn't even in the room, rather than starting fresh.
"I'm an idiot," Oliver began. "I let my head get in the way of my emotions. I'd taught myself to ignore my emotions on that island. You've been trying to reverse that ever since we got here, and I was starting to do that, but then screwed up. I'd let my head tell me not to go there, when there is nothing really preventing me from doing it," he lifted his hands in helplessness, "except for my being an idiot."
Oliver studied Tommy, hoping that he was getting through. "If you still want it, and I haven't completely screwed it up, I'd like to try us being an 'us' and seeing where it goes."