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The duo got into the car, and for the first half an hour, they were silent, and Matt couldn’t take it anymore. “Can we talk about what Oliver said?” Matt whispered, refusing to look at the man. “No.” “But-” “Matt,” Damian snapped. “I have surgery in less than an hour. I don’t need this on top of everything else.” Matt’s anger flared. “And by this, you mean my feelings?” he snapped. “Yes. That’s exactly what I mean. Look,” he said, looking at Matt at a red light. “I tried to ignore it, I did. But you need to let it go.” “What do you think I was doing when I was gone for two years?” he snapped. “I left so I could get over you. And do you know what? It made it worse. It made me miss you more than I thought it would and I hated you for it. I hated myself for it. You think I don’t realis