"I'm fine," Chase grumped as Kiley moved away and Oliver slid into place to take most of his weight. He squeezed her hand as he and Oliver found a rhythm and they began to make their way back to the diner. Truth be told, having the help was nice, though it seemed to give his foot the okay to start yelling at him for what he'd put it through the past hour and a half or so. The warmth of the diner interior caused him to gasp, the contrast nearly making him feel as if he were burning for a few seconds until he felt like he was starting to thaw.
"Alright," Oliver started, gesturing with his head toward the empty booth just behind where Pam and Tobias sat, knowing that Kiley and Chase were going to want to sit together and that everyone else could figure out what they were doing around them. "Kiley, why don't you scoot in first. That way we Chase can stretch out and we can get some ice on that ankle. Bet that dog is barkin'." Chase's grunt in response was really all the answer he needed.