God, Oliver needed a drink. He wanted to call up J-S and go do something that wasn't a complete head fuck, or grab hold of Theo and go have a kick around in the park. Something normal. He had no idea what to think right at this moment. He didn't really want to believe the guy was a God, despite the bottled water demonstration. It was too big a leap for someone who had never believed in any kind of higher power. Ollie groaned, letting his head roll back a little on his shoulders. This was stupid, because he actually quite liked this version of Reed. Even if the other one - Neptune, apparently - seemed to have an ego the size of a planet.
But then Lydia seemed to like him.... God, he'd left his own sister back in London. He hadn't meant to be playing the big brother role to someone else once when he came to New York.
"Fine," he finally said, shortly. "Okay. I'll be nice. But only because I don't want Lydia kicking my arse. But if the 'beautiful virgins' come up in conversation again all bets are off."