"The cat...the couch, and you," Oliver replied in relatively easy succession, his breathing a little ragged still, but closer to normal as he nudged his leg against Marco's again, managing a small, grateful smile. "...thanks, bug. You did great..."
"Your man's got some seriously long legs," Jack commented with a relieved snort as his gaze moved from the window to the pair on the couch, glad to see that the situation was improving.
"Aw hell, is he out there in the rain?" Oliver grunted, his brow furrowing. "He didn't need to do that."