"You did invite anyone to stop by in your post. There was nothing about giving you notice in advance." Oh, cheeky Ben. He still would have preferred to stand, but he rested both crutches against the wall beside the couch and sat nevertheless. As he situated himself (somewhat gingerly, even), he insisted, "I'm not nervous."
Not in the sense Oliver was thinking. Ben wasn't sure he could explain it properly even if he tried-- not that he would do so in the first place. "You make it sound like I hate you or something." Which wasn't the case, but, again, it was tough to explain. A pause.