"We start having sex and you go all Gay Pride on me," Oliver joked. He relaxed some when he knew Tommy wasn't in pain, just freaked out. "You don't need to be high to deal with this. You're stronger than that."
Oliver shifted to wrap an arm around Tommy's shoulder. He keep Tommy's hand linked with Oliver's other hand. "You know it's a power manifesting. Other people here have powers, and are relatively sane still. I'm not about to flee in terror because you got dropped in a vat of purple paint, and I doubt anyone else will. We know Thomas didn't."
Oliver tried to be a solid, comforting presence for Tommy to let go and have a minor meltdown if he needed. He still couldn't help but add, "It's probably not the time to be enjoying imagining sucking your purple cock."