"I want to let go of the past to be with you." Emmery hated how rigid Oliver was in his arms. "You aren't a substitute. Never." He squeezed hard, pressed his lips to the Messenger's temple. He whispered in Ollie's ear. "Dylan was a substitute for you. I think. Just a harder one to let go of then all the one night flings. The one shot deals. " He leaned back, looked down into those sad eyes. "I'm sure of that, dark angel mine."