All the things that I’d done… memories… they never hurt me. But the past… it’s more than memories. It’s the devil you sold your soul to. He’s coming. He’s coming to collect.
I know we're all dead but can we talk about how cute it was that he said thank you when she took her top off? And how intimate that moment was when he just took a second to look at her, to breathe her in, to confirm that this was really happening? Cause of death: Olicity.