No. This wasn't right. Tonks's expression wasn't right. Something was wrong.
Oliver could practically feel the pull of the outdoors on his skin, every muscle in his body begging him to go, to get him to ask far too much of them again. Merlin, he needed to be out there... And yet. No. Something was wrong. He couldn't leave. He wasn't that person.
He hesitated a moment before pulling the blanket up, waiting for Tonks to move over a bit before slipping in, leaning back comfortably against the headboard, an arm out to welcome her shoulders if she leaned back against him. "Let's hear it."