Jack nodded at Marco, then made a motion with his hand to signal that he was going to get Oliver his glass of water before following Pam and Lila through the door.
Oliver looked up as Marco crouched with him, then around a little in confusion to realize that everyone else in the room had gone. It took him a second to process what Marco was saying, the panicked voice in his head still shrilling that Simms was alive, that Simms could come back, and fuck what were they going to do? Instead of speaking he shifted over, once again startling the cat beside him, who didn't even move as he pressed closer, leaving the feline pressed tight against his side as he opened up space on his other. Instead of hopping down, the stubborn feline just wiggled around and resettled into a new position, half burrowed between the couch cushions and his thigh.
"Sit with me?" He managed, not sure if he wanted a hug right now with the way his skin was tingling, dancing on the edge of pins and needles.