"Yeah, well, for what I do know about you, it sounds like we should both be pros at screwed up by now," she said, trying to lighten her voice as much as possible. Sighing softly, she walked over to the wall and sat down on the floor, not really caring about the dust or how dirty it was. She was gonna have to go home and shower after this anyway since she was probably gonna have a hard time concentrating.
"You're a lot like him in some ways, but in others you're not like him at all..." she said quietly with a half shrug then looked up at him and took a deep breath. "I have no clue how to do this." Especially since she and Oliver barely had to talk anymore to know what the other was thinking or feeling.