"life would have been easier if you had fallen for me," Oliver pointed out, "look at all the snow... even if it's out here it'll be buried now." He kicked at a snow dune and jumped around to make a quick boot printed smiley face in the snow, "Oh well!"
He grinned and spread out his arms, "you know, it's cold but it's beautiful!"
Old Oliver would have been torn apart, but he just couldn't bring himself to care too much over broken pieces of wood. Besides, when they got out of here he could just buy a new one.
"Heey," he spotted a flash of long hair in the distance, "so..." he stared at the girl a moment until she was out of sight then returned his attention to Angelina, "in the end Fred will go where he needs to when George bites the bucket. They'll be together, just like they were meant to be. And it's really sweet, don't you think? To have someone in life who is that attached? Most of us are alone and we'll always be alone but not those two. They've got each other, always, even after death."