Chris Miles

Olive nods, still stunned by the whole idea of it. But he's real, warm and solid, and she's grateful for that, a reminder that what he says is true. "Yeah, no," she says, "thank God. I don't want you going anywhere." She has trouble imagining it, for that matter. There were some months here before he showed up, and that in itself was strange and sad. The idea of him being gone for good is too much. "I'm just... a little shocked."