At Oliver's miserable apologies made Stan look away. Blokes weren't supposed to see other blokes this sad. "Shut it, Wood," Stan said gently. "I just ain't going to thump you until you can actually have a clear shot at thumping back."
He looked back, eying Ollie carefully, everyone but at the guy's face. "And how are we supposed to get you to your ginger then? You don't look as if you're going to be walking just now." Stan moved in next to Oliver's injured side, tacitly offering himself as a crutch again.