"Can't remember?" Oliver asked, playing along. "I think I'm doing my job right, then, so far." If he were being properly honest with himself, Oliver would have had to admit the surprise he felt following his own words. He may have tried his best to charm girls in the past, but this was certainly not his typical way of going about it. In fact, he might have been wiser to keep it to himself. After all, keeping quiet would not be achieved, so he couldn't claim to have been trying for that, whether or not he held the words back. So why bother, right? May as well just make it entirely obvious to Alice what she had signed up for, unwittingly or otherwise.
Another thing he should have noted in the moment: she had used his full name. The only other time she had done so - at least, to him directly - was when she was completely furious with him. In retrospect, he had to wonder what that relationship between the two events was. Perhaps the high emotions involved? The adrenaline, equally could have caused it. Either way, he actually rather liked it this time. Before, he most certainly had not. She had accused him of not giving her enough time, that day, after hearing him try to rationalize the confusing thoughts in his brain despite being unwell. Enough time to sort herself out, she had said. But it was clear, Oliver felt, that he had simply found himself histrionic in his inability to handle waiting. He had wanted then, and clearly still did, to have her completely and want him in the same way. Waiting for either of them to figure out what they were doing with their lives had become exhausting, especially when she nearly confessed her feelings or slept in his arms as though it were entirely normal. Of course it wasn't. Now, perhaps, it made a bit more sense.
But the one part that still nagged at him was the fact that she had pointed out that she wasn't brave enough, then, to take a chance on being with him. What could have possibly changed? He, on his side of things, had done what he could to come to terms with his work and how it affected his family. That, he felt, had been sorted to some extent, and after the ridiculous misfortune of the Ministry's false vaccine trial, Oliver had decided that taking risks just because Thalia was gone was not at all the proper way to go about it. All he knew, really, was that Alice had merely looked at him and come charging up to kiss him, and he had never been more relieved or more happy in his life. Not even counting the moment he got the news that his first book would be published. That was nothing compared to the feeling of having her in his arms, ignoring all of the idiots in his father's office who had gawked or made their various noises of surprise.
He didn't care if he might make mistakes. Not anymore. There was no room for cowardice within him, when it came to Alice. He would undoubtedly cause a number of issues throughout their time together, and that was to be expected, he felt. Especially knowing his impeccable track record with women (read: god-awful past with women). But, by God, he wasn't going to let his temper get the better of him again. Not around her. Or, if he did, he only hoped that she loved him enough to tell him he was being stupid, so he could be kept from doing something particularly absurd. Well, more absurd than usual, at the very least.
"If I have anything to say about it, we won't be," he assured her, his fingers tucking a loose section of hair behind her ear even as Alice's hands followed the line of his shoulders. It was as he told Paul: now he was excessively determined, if only because he had been told that it probably wouldn't work. And maybe that was what he actually wanted when he tried to get told off and sent away. Frankly, Oliver had asked himself what he had been vying for, aside from Alice's well-being, several times during their days apart. Intuitively, he should have been able to put the pieces together, but so much had gone wrong that he had stopped trying to understand it long ago.
Oliver laughed again in response to her question, wanting to made a fairly crude comment about it, but Alice looked embarrassed enough already. So he just nodded and dropped a kiss to her shoulder. "I think we're due for some dinner and a movie, don't you?"
When she stood, he finally registered some embarrassment of his own for being sat there on the floor in nothing, and he started hunting for his clothes. At Alice's question, though, he nodded and passed her a grateful nod, reaching for his boxers. He could get away with wearing them until he went home, he figured. When she returned, he nearly laughed at what was handed to him, but he donned the offered clothing nonetheless.
The food started sorting itself out, surprising him a bit, but Oliver couldn't find it in him to complain when Alice returned to his side and curled around him. He shook his head in a sort of amused disbelief, but smiled at her and kissed her forehead once she had finished. "I think," he replied, "that there is a high chance of me making a big mistake like that again. In all honesty. Because as much sense as it makes in my head, it doesn't come out right. So, at least on my end up things, it would be beneficial for you to stop me if I'm saying something wrong. If you don't understand it, or if it hurts you in some say. I'm half decent at writing, apparently, but if I have to just say what I'm thinking it doesn't seem to work." Oliver frowned slightly, running his hands up and down her back. "It isn't like I want to write everything down. I just need to... well, I need to be told when I'm saying something stupid."
Oliver hugged her closer to him, resting his chin on her head as he sighed. "The thing I don't want to do is say something so wrong that it makes you want to leave again. I didn't-... That is... Allie, you've changed things in ways I can't explain. I don't know that there are even words for it, really. I told you about everything that happened, in the past," he pulled back to look at her and to bring his fingers around to brush over her cheek. "I didn't think that I'd ever manage to work it out. I had sort of decided that it would be better to go it alone and that I was just going to live with it. But I can't imagine doing that anymore, Alice. Not since you."