Re: Oliver/Tommy
"Then don't talk about it like it is," Tommy answered. "You want to play the dickhead frat boy with a random piece of ass, I'll join you. Speak like that about me, and we have a seriously problem. Fucking me with is fun? Seriously? Because I'm starting to wonder if any of this is serious for you."
Tommy sat up and sat sideways, staring at Oliver. "Yes, I think it's arrogant. I think you're using it to make yourself special, different. Everyone has scars, whether you can see them or not. In case you haven't paid attention, this group has more issues than fucking Reader's Digest, and the scars that go with it. Derek just shot Travis, because he was having some sort of flashback from a war we know nothing about. People have been abandoned, neglected, abused, and I don't mean in the world at large, but right here. To think that your scars are so different or egregious that people would care or feel pity is arrogant. To think that anyone would view you as if you were on display is stupid and an insult to these people that have proven that are a lot better people than anyone we know. So yeah, stop being a dick about it, because you can't use that damn island as an excuse for the rest of your life."
He frowned, because he wasn't sure what he was expecting, but that wasn't it. "Are you that stupid? Do you know what's under my towel? A gun. Maybe I'll never used it, but it's there. There are plenty of people around us that can do the job better than me. I don't need you to babysit me. You want to stare because you're horny, I'm good with that. If you're only staring to protect me, then stop. I know what I said when we got here, but that was six months ago. Things change. We change. I don't want a babysitter. I don't want a body guard. I want a friend, and possibly a boyfriend who gets that the worst scars aren't the ones you can see."