Oliver had seen Katie in various stages of undress for ages before they shagged. He knew her body well. The bruises on her thighs did not go unnoticed. He reached out to catch her, not wanting to let her fall. Oliver's arms wrapped around Katie's waist for a moment before she shoved him away.
"Have you EVER asked me where you stand with me? Once? You just assume you know how I feel and throw a fit and go out of your way to hurt me. But I'm the bad guy here?" Oliver didn't leave the bathroom, his eyes locked on Katie. Her hair was dripping wet and all he wanted to do was scoop her up and carry her to bed and take care of her.