They do look alike.” He agreed, unseeing eyes focusing somewhere just past the boy's body. He was breathing, and that simple act comforted Oliver's frazzled mind, as Collin had been so unnaturally still. At first he didn't budge, shaking off Alicia's grip and muttering how he needed to still help though not moving toward the chaos behind him.
“Doing here?” Oliver seemed confused, furrowing his brow and still staring at the young man. “They needed me here.” With a shaking hand Oliver touched the side of his face, pulling back and looking at the blood on his fingers. "Oh, look at that, I'm bleeding." His voice remained eerily calm, surveying the sticky red substance with mild curiosity. "I didn't know that."