Ollie had originally intended to go the happy route and keep her mind off of the significance of the night, but that plan fell apart at the way she greeted him at the door. It was clear that it was already much to late to simply keep her mind off of it and he was hit with a wave of guilt again. He felt bad for her, but more than that he felt bad that he couldn't carry the weight of it for her. He wanted to help, he just wasn't sure if he could.
Frowning at that though, he pushed it aside. Of course, he could. And if he couldn't? He'd bloody well try hard. If she needed a barrier between her and whatever thoughts were haunting her, he'd do his best to make sure he filled that role. Setting the food and drinks down on the table, he let her usher him over to the sofa. He didn't say anything for a moment, shifting so he was leaning back into the corner of the couch and facing her. While he was used to seeing her more professional appearance, this reminded him of Hogwarts and he snorted at the images it brought up.
"We look ridiculous," he chuckled, gesturing between the two of them. Him in his ninja turtles and her in her pink flannel. They looked like wee tweens getting ready for a sleepover instead of the adults they were. She was one of the few he felt comfortable enough around to allow this sort of thing.
Shaking his head, he motioned her forward. "Come here." It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that a little bit of comfort would go a long way in alleviating her worries. What was more comfortable than a hug?