[He chooses his words carefully and gathers them slowly, knowing that the wrong one could be the spark that incinerates all they have managed to restore.]

You only wanted to wait until something had changed. You wanted to figure yourself out.

[His eyes, which had fallen to the narrow crevasse between their bodies now rise to meet Oliver's.]

Has that happened? Has it changed? We're not the same people we were before.

[They couldn't be.]