The least Nelson could do was to take Oliver out to dinner.
"We can still call it supper," Oliver told him. They were only getting the salad bar at Ruby Tuesdays.
"You are wired, man," Nelson told him - he was too hard to keep up with. They'd been to three places and found some form fitting undergarments for Nelson at Wal-Mart in the large women's wear.
"No, I'm not." Oliver just wanted to get this over with, hoping no one would think this was date because it wasn't. It wasn't a date. He wanted to tell Nelson this but found that he didn't want to hurt his feelings, either.
"What's your story?" Nelson wanted to know after they got their salad and were still waiting for their drinks.
"I don't have one," Oliver shook it off with a laugh.
"Oh, yeah, I bet," Nelson didn't buy it."You stop in every payday."
"So." Wasn't that what Nelson expected or did he not stop in enough?
"I figure you for uh, well, you get what ever you want."
"God, no," Oliver winced. "Are you kidding me? I've got the worst credit you can imagine, thanks to an accident I got into my first semester at Art school. And I've been paying for it ever since."
"Well, you don't looked that banged up," Nelson said.
"Thank you very much," Oliver smiled. "Nice to know. But it was painful. Pinned between two cars. Broke my pelvis."
"I don't guess you'll be Elvis." Nelson teased.
"Could have sued the school. Probably should have, but it really wasn't their fault. I might have been an idiot. I didn't have insurance on my car, and I thought I could save my car. Of course, it was a piece of crap anyway, but still. Still it could have been on purpose."
"You did it on purpose?" Nelson was eating greens and ham now and egg was on the corner of his mouth. Oliver could hardly manage to watch.
"No," Oliver shrugged. He wasn't sure if it were true. Deep down he knew it was. "Some homophobic nut job, that's who. And I'm not even gay."
"You're kidding me? You have to be gay. You have to be."
"See what I've been up against, all my life," Oliver pointed his fork at him. "Shit like that. So what am I suppose to do, join a parade or something?"
"Man, you're freaking putting me on." Nelson smiled. He kept eating.
Oliver had lost his appetite.