Oliver shook his head at Stan, "No," he said, and he might have snapped at Stan if he wasn't feeling so lousy about everything. H elooked at his friend, "I'm sorry," he said softly.
At least he still had his friends. Although he hadn't heard from or seen Angelina since he left for the forest. He didn't know if she'd even been there in the rescue... didn't know if she had given up on him like Percy had.
He stared down at his hands, feeling his lips quivering. He wasn't going to cry or feel sorry for himself. He'd brought this on, and he just had to man up and face the fall out.
He'd taken on this risk of his own free will, no one had forced him to go out there... except his own worry and panic.