“ So does what you're doing right now make any sense to you?” Oliver asked, his voice tensed with frustration, but the man he was referring to kept his back at him.

With his hands tucked into his pocket, he was distant and cold, too cold for Oliver to take a step closer.

“ I've never questioned any decision you make, because they're always sensible. I always trust your judgement, but not with this Antonio.” He added, anger, guilt, and sympathy washing over him.

Oliver doesn't know if he would have to punch some sense into him, but he knows he can't, not when he understands him more than anyone....