Re: 9pm Oliver and OPEN
God, fifteen years. Oliver couldn't imagine it, taking care of someone for that long on your own, watching them deteriorate for nearly half your own life. At twenty-five, it was likely that Avram had barely gotten started in his adulthood. As terrible as it felt because of it, Oliver was grateful that Jason hadn't suffered for that long.
But, wait...if Avram was the only person who was really taking care of the man, who was with him now? His brows went up slightly at that realization, but he said nothing. After all, he doubted it wasn't something the man had already considered, and it wasn't his place to dredge the thought up.
"You're fine," he assured Avram instead. "And...I understand the situation a little better than most might. Maybe not exactly to the same extent, but...talkin' helps." And if Avram hadn't had anyone back home, he likely needed it. An offer to help might have seemed a little weird, considering they didn't really know each other, but Oliver didn't feel like he had much to lose. Avram seemed like a decent man, and at this point they were all depending on each other. It didn't really occur to Oliver then that maybe he could have used more chances at company too. "And I don't mind listening. If you need it, I'm around."