Angelina simply watched Oliver as he talked, or rather, rambled. She knew that meant he was not in his right mind - the Oliver Angelina knew had always spoken with passion and direction. It might not have always been the most coherent speech, but it usually had a focus. She could only sigh, knowing the poor boy must be just torn up on the inside. He'd finally found someone else to trust and enjoy, and now he was second-guessing that.
"Come here," Angelina said. Without skipping a beat, Angelina took a step forwards and wrapped her arms around Oliver. She had never been one to care about sweat or smell, for body contact far outweighed the negative. Unfortunately, Angelina felt her heart skip and beat and it returned her mind to the dream. The goddamn blasted dream! "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, doing her hardest to keep her emotions in check, and her mind from wandering.