She smiles tightly at that comment. "I'll be fine." She knows Peter won't believe it, but she can't stop herself from saying it anyway. Maybe she can actually convince herself it's not a big deal, just a story that happens to be about a friend, one that doesn't have to come true.

She's still eyeing the books when Peter starts out the door, but lifts her head at the last second and says before he can actually leave, "Peter?"

That part's in a normal tone for her, but the next is almost tentative as she asks, "Do you think- When we get a chance, whenever that is, we could... talk? About us?"

She hesitates for a second, and then barrels on quickly, "It's just- In the hotel room, when I went to find you in the other universe, that was... I know it's been months and you thought I was dead, but I meant what I said. I still... mean it."

Olivia doesn't often feel really nervous, never mind awkward. She's feeling both now, pretty overwhelmingly.