There was nothing to worry about, he had nineteen years. Nineteen years! Even by his most generous estimates, he never would've thought he could play so long.
"Nineteen years!" Oliver said loudly, finally grinning, and held her close. Merlin, it couldn't be, another nineteen- His gaze was pulled down to the smiling woman in front of him. Her eyes were practically sparkling, and if all of his focus hadn't been on her, Tonks's question would've made sure of it. It was much more of an invitation than Oliver ever thought he'd get from her, and he didn't answer, leaning down to press his lips to hers, his fingers quickly tangling into her hair instead.