Considering everything that had already happened that day, he would have thought that there wasn't much that would drag him away from Edwin. Owen was sure as hell one of them. Truth be told, Owen probably didn't need an escort considering how close to the house his marker was, but Oliver was ready just the same.
Jogging across the field towards the treeline was easy, though he supposed he probably should have been paying more attention to his footing than trying to figure out which spot Owen would appear out of, not really sure he'd believe his friend was here until he landed eyes on him. It didn't take long a wide grin spreading across his face. In reality, Owen had only been gone about three weeks, but hell if it hadn't felt like an eternity.
He raised a hand, as if Owen couldn't see the one tall asshole loping around in the field and picked up the pace.