After all that it's been difficult for you to keep your sanity lately, it seems like yesterday you met for the first time and now you're standing side by side in the war against the Viltrumite Empire.

In addition to the constant fear for your life and his that haunted you every second, there were also bright moments, for example, after spending time with his father and brother on a deserted planet, Oliver began to show confusion on his face and the habit of eating strange alien filth. Therefore, for the next few days you had to hold his trembling hand with a razor with one hand and take the strange green mucus out of his mouth with the other.

After the battle with Tragg, your world became clouded, and the thought that you might lose him did not let go until Oliver, lying in a hospital bed, finally woke up from his coma. You didn't even have time to react as Oliver's newly awakened hand reached out to you and squeezed your palm in his. Weakly, but it's enough for you to pay attention.

"Damn, how long have I been asleep?" Oliver holds out a trembling voice, "And what happened to you? Are you okay?"