His own conversation had ended long before Ty came back upstairs, but Ollie had stayed on the balcony, looking a bit blindly out at the exploding fireworks. They didn't usually bother him, but they weren't helping the slightly sick feeling in his stomach.
Of course, neither was the whiskey.
Mason had told him he'd lost his mind, which he could have predicted. Probably because it was somewhat accurate, he thought. He didn't have the best track record when it came to relationships; Mason and Ella were probably the only ones who'd actually been pretty good. Lara...was a different kind of unstable than Ty, but that hadn't exactly impressed Mason much.
Ollie glanced back when the door opened, but he didn't come inside just yet. Instead he tossed back the rest of his drink, the lights on the balcony catching the stark white bandage wrapped around his hand before he set it aside and leaned against the balcony. "So, you're back," he called through the door.
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Of course, neither was the whiskey.
Mason had told him he'd lost his mind, which he could have predicted. Probably because it was somewhat accurate, he thought. He didn't have the best track record when it came to relationships; Mason and Ella were probably the only ones who'd actually been pretty good. Lara...was a different kind of unstable than Ty, but that hadn't exactly impressed Mason much.
Ollie glanced back when the door opened, but he didn't come inside just yet. Instead he tossed back the rest of his drink, the lights on the balcony catching the stark white bandage wrapped around his hand before he set it aside and leaned against the balcony. "So, you're back," he called through the door.