He pursed his lips at her words, closing his eyes for a moment. "You want me to be him." He knew that much was true, and if the things he suspected were true, he understood. It was just kind of hard to wrap his mind around the fact that in her universe, she actually wanted some version of him. It didn't really get much stranger than that. He'd been trying to catch his Chloe's attention for weeks now, to no avail. Granted, she was still knee-deep in the grieving process. Which he supposed made him a gigantic asshole. Which he already knew was true.
He sighed and turned to face her, wincing at the sadness on her face that she wasn't quite able to hide. "We don't know each other," he said softly. "And maybe that's the problem. We're constantly comparing each other to the other versions of us that we know and --" Oliver shook his head. Obviously he was failing miserably at whatever it was that she was hoping for. Not a shock there, either. "This whole situation is all kinds of screwed up and confusing."