Oliver smiled sheepishly as she scolded him, "Ang," he responded when he could speak relatively comfortably, "I didn't realize I was pushing so hard or I wouldn't have."
He straightened up, "Ah. Good... thanks. I mean, not good that your owl isn't flying but good that you brought it." It was just a dream, but dreams were a reflection of subconscious desires... and subconsciously Percy wanted to do things that made Oliver HURT.
He shook his shoulders out and stamped his feet a few times. He was a sweaty mess but he just wanted to grab her in a tight hug. He felt pretty lost at the moment. He didn't know what to do, how to stop himself from feeling how he did.