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"I'm not asking what you should do," Oliver said, standing too. He put his hands on his hips, a confident pose that didn't at all match how he felt, but the heat in his voice was real. "I know what we should do. I should go find somewhere else to sleep tonight, and we should fix whatever's going on and save the day, and we should never talk about this again. Be embarrassed when it comes up and pray the memories fade. But I don't want that. I don't want to forget how it feels to love you and don't want it to end at all, if I can help it. I don't want this adventure to end. But I'm not going to fight if you don't want me to. I can't do that to myself."