Oliver, for his part, hadn't given the slightest thought to Roger's state of undress or whether he was currently showering or not. Given he was a professional athlete, the sight of burly men naked in showers was not one that gave him a moment's pause. He smiled broadly at his friend, amused by his irritation far more than he should have been. "Don't tease me like that, I'd so hoped you'd be waiting for me naked," was Oliver's reply, a wink accompanying it. He really was rather terrible at being heterosexual, except when he wasn't.
He took the 30 seconds Roger was gone to lay claim to his couch, knowing full well he wouldn't be occupying it alone very long, knowing his friend. He stood and hugged him when he returned, patting him on the back with enthusiasm before flopping on the couch again.
"Tricks is good, and happily all systems are go to return to playing. Between having a gorgeous girlfriend and being injury free, I'm half a step from singing while twirling in wildflowers. But I'm not the one in need of muggle films and cuddles. That means you owe ME a dish session. And before you start, have you ordered the Chinese? I'm starving. Go on, what's on your mind besides a frowny face fellow Chaser?"