"Its..okay, I see where you were coming from.."
Oliver: . . . -he's just trying to keep himself from breaking into sobs-
"..We are almost there..we can hangout tomorrow alright?"
Oliver: ok . . .
"...Do you want anything?"
Oliver: no. . im fine.
"Okay..are you cold?"
Oliver: . . . A little.
"There's a blanket in thr back seat..when I stop for a red light you can hurry up and get it okay?"
Oliver: ok.
