"Okay, I'm right here. I won't go anywhere," Oliver replied easily, removing his hand and settling back down again, not planning on moving until Marco was ready. To be fair, he wasn't sure he could move much even if he wanted to at the moment.
"I think I fell down a hill. I don't remember all that much," he replied to Scotty, deciding not to mention that remembered looking for Marco, not wanting to add that info to the equation when Marco was already having trouble. Considering they weren't alone, he hoped the best way to help Marco for the moment was to let him process and just be there in case he could do more, and try to keep the focus of the group elsewhere. It wasn't really what he wanted to do at that moment, but between the lingering disorientation and everything else, he was at a bit of a loss. It want hard to figure out from context, both before with Chase and Ivy, and now here, that he'd had a monster enounter, but didn't know how to feel about the fact that he was likely the only one who didn't remmeber it.
Kiley's retelling of events did cause him to arch a brow at Scotty, but the question about the phone drew his hands to his pockets. He remmeber not having it at all the night before, and wasn't really expecting Them to have been kind enough to deposit it somewhere convenient. "Nothin'," he relayed. "We ain't far from the house, though. And somebody could be upstairs." He glanced up again, as if he could see through the ceiling to the rooms above. "Maybe wait for the ringin' to stop before we do any shoutin', though."