It may have been surprising, or maybe not at all, but Oliver enjoyed Dietre's lack of sincerity when he apologized and swore to make it up to Oliver in due time. It was sarcasm for sure, and that made Oliver grin just a little because it hinted at opposites, it hinted that Dietre wasn't sorry at all.
Oliver, who liked being waited on hand and foot, and liked being fawned over like one of those frilly princes who got their heads lopped off during one revolution or another, maybe he shouldn't have liked everyone tip-toeing around and apologizing back and forth with utmost sincerity... but he really didn't.
He didn't care about apologies at all because it didn't change anything. Everybody was just going to keep on hurting everybody else, no matter what. So especially since it was a little sarcastic, the apology got Oliver to grin. It wasn't that he thought Dietre wouldn't apologize with legitimacy in the future, Oliver still did that too despite frequent determination not to, but it was fun in this moment. He didn't want Dietre to worry about anything tonight. They wouldn't have anything to apologize for come sunrise.
"I don't have a car," which wasn't the same thing as not being able to drive. "I've always wanted to try and steal one, but tonight, I thought we could Uber, Rose." The exchange of nicknames was sealed with a wink, and Oliver fished a small cell phone out of his back pocket as he gestured for Dietre to go ahead and switch shoes. They had time. He nudged the backpack toward the other boy with the point of his kneecap while he punched in an address on his phone for the car to pick them up. It promised to arrive within minutes.
"You haven't been to the city yet really, have you?"