"Don't worry about it," Oliver said with a smile, waving his hand. "The league standings are hardly vital to the well being of anyone. Except the sports writer for the Prophet perhaps."
He felt the notes in his pocket practically burning their way through his shirt and tried to decide if he should broach the subject or not. Half of him was tempted to keep it for later, but the other half wanted answers, wanted to move forward. Still, he wasn't about to blurt it straight out.
"You do know that any time you want to come see a match all you need to do is owl me, yeah?"