Oliver had a complicated relationship with quiet days. Logically, he knew that it was better that no one needed his wife's help. He was pretty sure that it was his animal nature that made it hard for him to sit still on those days. He was watching one of the feeds when Marina came up to him.
"Hello Angel," he said wrapping an arm loosely around her waist. "I could definitely eat."
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple in return. "I could eat a horse."