Blowing up a car... blowing a hole in the car... it made little difference to Oliver, who only saw Viola exposing herself in the worst way possible, not to mention the property damage. It was well that she didn't argue the point. She was already managing to make everything worse with every word she said.
Like letting him know she'd snuck off campus before. Oliver's jaw clenched when he heard that knowledge, but he did not reply. He was beginning to realize that the more they argued, the more defensive Viola became, and they were going to go nowhere fast if they continued in that direction. Oliver's anger was far from exhausted, but it was apparent that bludgeoning Viola with her mistakes over and over again was not a worthwhile endeavour.
"It's not close at all," he sighed quietly, instead responding to the latter of her statements. What bothered him most was what she said about him keeping his memories from her. The truth of that struck him, and he wasn't sure how to respond. He had kept most of his memories from her -- telling himself it was to protect her, though perhaps it had really been to protect himself. He wasn't sure anymore what the point of it was. Perhaps it would have to change.
But not tonight. He had the beginnings of a throbbing headache, and Viola too seemed drained -- whether from the expenditure of power or the aftereffects of the drug or the discomfort of their conversation. He sighed when he caught sight of the blue of her eye. Angry or not, Oliver did not enjoy seeing Viola stressed enough to trigger.
He pulled a hand down his face. "We'll talk more about this tomorrow," he said. "But for now -- bed, I think." Then, firmly, "You're staying here tonight. He wasn't going to let her anywhere out of his sight for the time being. She was safe here.