"Yeah, well. If you're gonna beat the hell outta yourself, do it right," Oliver grunted, swallowing hard, his throat suddenly very, very dry. "And never, ever the hell again."
He leaned his head back, thinking, considering, then looking toward the door. "....yeah. Empty room on this floor? No stairs." That was just as much for himself as her. "Or...uh...theater's probably sound proofed better. Places to sit. And closer."