Ollie tentatively put his arm around her. "Look, it's not... easy, being in that position." Apparently he was going to talk about being dead after all. "A few years ago, I died. For real, not just how superheroes do it. I blew up. And apparently I pissed off the devil enough that I went to Heaven. But my buddy Hal was... trying to make up for some mistakes, and he came to me in the afterlife and said, 'Buddy, I want to bring you back.' And I wouldn't let him. But I felt bad for him, so I said, 'Okay, you can bring back part of me. The part that was always good.' So he brought back my body with all my memories back when I was still... happy."
Ollie swallowed. He'd explained this before, and had it explained to him, and that was very strange indeed. "Anyway, long story short, I was a body without a soul for a long time. And that meant that I was a target for demons. They tried to get into my body, but fortunately, they couldn't. But there was this guy named Stanley who liked to do black magic. And he could get into my body. And almost did. He had these plans: rapist plans. I don't know how it would have worked if he'd have succeeded, but I know, I know that if there had been the slightest part of me in there while he had control of me? I'd have wanted someone to kill me as fast as they could." He sighed again. "Say the word and I'll back away. Give you all the time and space you need."
Ollie rested his head gently against Kimber's. "It's no wonder I missed it, though. I stopped reading about celebrities back when I was one. No offense. Freedom of the press is great, but if I saw one more article linking me to Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie or Gwyneth Paltrow, I was gonna stick an arrow in someone."