"Shit...I'm sorry, baby. I wasn't thinkin'...." Oliver had been so focused on rationalizing why Simms might not appear to terrorize them again that for a few moments the implications of the rest, particularly with Edwin involved, were lost on him. He knew that look though, and the instant things clicked he exhaled sharply, kicking himself as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, squeezing. It was one of those things that showed how different their situations were and how they processed things. Edwin had people to lose, people who could end up here, so of course that was going to be the bigger terror. Oliver didn't, and while Edwin was just as affected as he was by what Simms had done, Oliver remembered more than he did. Oliver had been the one in a position to stop things before they'd gotten worse, and failed.
"I hate about ninety-nine percent of this place," he replied, burying his face in Edwin's hair as he squeezed again. "That other one percent's pretty damn good, though."