Re: Oliver/Tommy
"You just want to stare at my chest, pervert," Oliver teased, but in the room he knew the ins and outs, and it was only them, and while the alertness didn't leave the tension did. He shucked his t-shirt, throwing it at Tommy's head.
"Sean's a good partner. So is Savannah, and yeah, she'd kick my ass if I even thought about treating her like I do you. But the thing is, I don't care about her, I care about you." Oliver settled comfortably on the bed. "And if you think I'm bad now, imagine what it would've been like if I hadn't forced you into joining this group, if we'd gone off on our own."
In spite of using sunblock, Oliver had a farmer's tan. He was amused by the thought of how horrified his old self would have been, for not being perfection. "I'm not perfect. I'm not a superhero out of a comic book. Sure, I can shoot a bow and arrow better than anyone, and am decent with a gun, but that's not how you stay alive. You work your ass off to stay in shape, you're always alert, always know your exits, always know the ways they can get to you. Being an equal partner means getting to that point, and though I'm still going to have the need to protect you, you'll end up protecting me in the same way." He gave Tommy a crooked grin. "Maybe then I'll finally relax completely."