Oliver opened his mouth, pausing to consider it, then continued. "Edwin's a friend first. I probably would've talked to him about it even if things weren't the way they are now. I...he was there when I found the ring and I had my panic attack. He didn't know I got them before, and I never really talked about that. Not that I don't trust him, but...I don't want to give people any reason to feel like maybe they can't depend on me as much as they need to, I guess." He didn't really have to guess, he needed to feel useful, essential, needed. "I don't remember all that much about what I said, but I think I managed to explain some of it. He's...been really supportive the past few days."
His finger traced around the lip of the mug, but he didn't look down at it, his gaze wandering into the middle distance without focusing on anything in particular. "It wasn't cathartic. It wasn't a win. They got what they wanted from usin' the ring, and They'd do it over and over again if They got the chance. 'Course I wanted to keep both, but the risk of losin' them both again, whenever They wanted to take 'em, I couldn't do that again. Least this way I know exactly what happened to 'em. Exactly where they ended up."