"No! No, I don't want you to get out and it's not that they bug me...I was just worried. Sorry, I'll just ignore it." he said before going back to running the bar over the man's back. It was such an odd exchange. Was it really so bad he ask about what sort of sports that Oliver played? Why had his voice taken on this almost nervous sound. Perhaps that was just his imagination though. He couldn't allow himself to start thinking that Oliver was hiding something. If he did, he knew he would become relentless with finding it.
Reaching out, he wrapped his arms around the man from behind and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry." He whispered.