Oliver buttoned up his coat now that it was only occupied with himself then snaked his hand into Edwin's as he watched Pam almost expertly corral the rooster. His brows arched upwards, obviously impressed, but then turned his attention to Kiley's questions.
At the first, he gestured to Tobias. "I haven't really kept up with Chase, Tobias would probably know more about that." He was vaguely aware that Chase had somehow injured himself a day or two earlier, but didn't want to answer without actually knowing for sure. "Edwin just messaged everybody to let people know we were headin' back with you, and I know that Owen was talkin' with Chase so I'm sure he's gettin' updated." He reached into his back pocket, offering Kiley his cellphone for the time being. "You can borrow it and sign in for the time bein'. I'm sure there's nothin' goin' around right now that won't sound better than hearing from you."
He headed for the doorway, figuring that he might as well get them started on their way while he spoke. "As far as the rest, that's a bit complicated." He wasn't certain he wanted to go into real specifics just yet, not until they were at least sitting at the diner and warm and away from the cemetery. "Last thing all of us remember so far was the night after New York, but They've been staggerin' our return to the house over the past two weeks or so. In singles or in groups. There's some new people who appeared just before we all started coming back. Most people woke up in the house, a few people woke up in town. Everybody's all healed up though, from....well...from before." He knew he didn't need to explain what he meant, they'd all lived through it.