'What?' Oliver bit, his hand falling from her cheek, his feet stepping back. His heart felt four sizes too big for his chest, threatening to plummet through his belly which rumbled uncomfortably. Did she think so little of him? 'I told you there was no one else. I donnae- I donnae know what else to tell you! You know, never you mind. Donnae bother.'
He was riled now. Cold with an aching heart and a bit tipsy. The combination wasn't a winning one. 'I donnae know what else to tell you, or how to tell you.'