“Maybe not now,” Randy whispers. He visibly wants to step between Frank and Ollie, but Randy would rather focus on Mica and getting her hands back. Randy turns to Ollie and says warningly, “Calming down would be a good idea.”
It takes a beat, but a slightly sinister smile takes over Ollie’s face. “Who isn’t calm?” Another beat. Jarring, inhuman. “Are you calm, Frank? Why won’t you tell us where you’re from?” He blinks. Once, slowly. “I’d love the chance to talk to your clan members.”
Ollie’s a scary motherfucker. That, while may not be the normal Wes has gotten used to for a long time, is not new. Ollie has always been like that and Wes has accepted everything about it. Some parts may have been hard to deal with, but they’ve dealt with them together. Wes wouldn’t have it any other way. S
