The knock on the door came as more than a small surprise to Oliver, glancing up from the box of books he had been going through, staring at the door as though just looking at it would give him an answer. When nothing came of that for several long moments, he shook his head and made his way towards the door, Sylvie winding her way in between his legs in an effort to cause his death yet again.
Sighing in feigned annoyance at his pet, he reached down to scoop her up in his arms before opening the door. No need to let her get loose - again. The first time had been entirely too much fun for him to go through in finding her again, and he just couldn't take that much amusement so soon. So it was with a cat in his arms that he opened the door, fully prepared to give some idle speech about how his place was a bit of a mess, maybe later would be better, but then Oliver really looked at who was standing in the hallway.
"Ben?"
It had been a while since he had seen the young man, but it was hard to forget a patient who had been through everything the other had. "So that's why you were so reluctant to say anything on the forums." There was a pause, and then Oliver stepped back, pulling the door fully open.
"Come in. Sit down. I think the couch is mostly cleared off."