Oliver didn't exactly want to talk about it, but he wasn't going to tell her no. He liked hanging out with Emma, and he didn't want to mess that up. So he stood, pushing back on James's shoulder with his hand so Emma could squeeze by. When she was out, he shoved past them himself, pretending not to notice James's bemoaning of Aww, sorry, Wood and Montrose's Sorry, Cap! Oliver didn't go too fast, and kept a hand hover over the small of Emma's back as they moved through the crowd. He didn't touch her though, not sure if she'd think that was weird now.
He took a deep breath when they stepped outside, enjoying the way the cooler air tickled his lungs. He took a step or two down the sidewalk, sliding his hands into his pockets as he moved. Knowing he couldn't actually avoid the conversation, he turned back towards Emma. "Sorry about my mates. They're loud," he said lamely, not knowing what else to say.