Oliver sighed when Sanguine confirmed his fears. She didn't have anything else lined up. He moved closer to the vampire when she finally took her seat, though the warrior continued at his meandering, unmotivated rate, so he didn't make much progress before he was invited to sit on the throne. "Oooh, I've never sat on the throne before..." he mused, setting his gigantic weapon down next to the glorious seat. "Not while anyone else was aware of it..." he added with a chuckle. He slipped into the overly large chair next to his friend and put his arm around her. He justified it to himself, thinking it would be more comfortable, but he knew deep down he'd just always wanted to. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. They had half an hour left and he was still having trouble with words. He couldn't take it any more. "I really like you." he blurted out. He even managed to give the woman next to him a squeeze. Then he braced for impact. He hoped she didn't freak out too much. She only had to put up with him for half an hour, less than that since they'd wasted almost five minutes now, and then she didn't have to talk to him ever again. It was a depressing thought, but one he supposed he would have to live with. Now he was starting to wish he could have said something sooner. At least then, in a worst case scenario, he'd have a head start on getting over her. Now, here he was, possibly never going to hear from this woman again, and confessing his feelings to her. "That only took like three years... Fuck me..." he groaned quietly to himself...