The tiny grin he shot her once they were settled in her kitchen was his way of letting her know that he never had any intention of letting her eat both containers. The light in his eyes sparked briefly with the twitch of his lips, only to fade back down with the shock of being in the townhouse again. She would have known him as the smartass<i>bro </i>that Nathan lugged around in order to have someone to shoot the shit with. He was the friend who enabled too many bad decisions, but was there for the fallout when streaking down to the lake after getting drunk off their ass had seemed like a good idea, only to hide his friend's clothes later on and feign innocence when he had asked where they had gone, and only felt guilty later when he had stepped into a lakehouse fully nude and a bashful grin on his face. But he was also the friend who, while he would join Nathan in getting mind numbingly drunk, would also be the sounding board for all of his relationship problems. Oliver knew all the ins and outs of his and Genevieve's relationship; the good and the bad. The mistake he made was keeping Nathan's secrets from the woman he now shared a kitchen with.<br/><br/>Oliver leaned hunched over the island counter top as he considered the conversation that he would have to have with her - and the second reason he had come over tonight. With his hands flat against the cool counter, he pushed himself away and forced a more jovial expression on his face as he considered the woman in front of him. Gen had always been an attractive woman, and if he were ever going to be honest with himself, both Nathan and himself had met her at the same time. Oliver had developed an attraction for her as well as Nathan -- only Nathan had been quicker to the draw when it came to locking the feisty brunette down, but the other man had always been quick to latch onto the things he found interesting. Oliver himself was more of a gentleman in some regards, even if demeanor didn't necessarily match his actions.<i>Good ol' boy </i>was putting it lightly. Still, he was much slower to push things into gear than Nathan had been. Looking at her now, with sweat beading her forehead and a hollowness in her eyes that matched his own, he wanted to reach over and drag her back into his arms and whisper the apology he kept pinned down. For now.<br/><br/>Moving over to the bar, he hitched one leg over a stool and propped his jean clad ass on the seat she had patted. Chuckling low, he reached over to pluck up one of the two containers she set out for them. The first contained lo mein mixed with a variety of stir fried vegetables and the other had his usual General Tso's chicken. Included in their meal were two eggrolls and an extra think of fried rice. Pulling one pack of chop sticks from the bag, he ripped the seal and pulled the cheap wood apart, clicking them at her as he spoke.<br/><br/>"How long has it been since you ate anything, Gen? I used to remember there being a little more to your ass," he snarked, a little of the flavor of<i>pre Nathan death </i>Ollie coming to join them at the table to enjoy the take out with them. The man's grin said it all; the off color remark was made in good character. Rather than digging into the chicken, though, he reached for the beer she had brought out instead and took a swig.<br/><br/>"You're cleaning everything out today, aren't you?" He asked this quietly, once he had taken another couple swigs of the beer. His eyes searched hers with the question and left her an opening to talk about the reason that she had invited him over in the first place.