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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]Braddock Academy - Study
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
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	Oliver nodded at Psylocke, before saying, "[color=7d16c7]We'll appreciate your cooperation, thank you for your time.[/color]" He said, before matching Niah's look. They had to go do [i]that[/i], something he was dreading, and had no idea how to do. Everything else in his life? Hacking, a Skrull invasion, hell, even making friends? He could [i]study[/i] for that, he could prepare in some meaningful way. Not this. It was too personal. There were books and seminars and endless amounts of platitudes and advice for dealing with grief, but none of it mattered. This wasn't [i]somebody losing their mom[/i] it was [i]him losing his mom[/i]. 

	As the conversation drew to an end, he realized that was what was next. They were out of things to stall with, and all that was left to do was gaze into the abyss. He felt like running, but he couldn't do that, not with Niah here. Damn him, for bringing an [i]accountability partner[/i]. Quietly he said, "[color=7d16c7]Yeah, we need to go... tend to that. Niah, we're good to go?[/color]" He asked, partly to explicitly check to make sure they were safe to leave these two alone and, in a way, asking was a way to get that final push to leave.