"Definitely got that one covered," he grinned, nudging Angie's shoulder. God, he missed her on the pitch.
Unfortunately it was only all too easy for her not to lose her mind. The entire game only rested on his shoulders as seeker. Oliver had been fussing over him almost excessively of late, and not entirely without just cause considering how difficult getting to sleep had come to be. Not that it helped that Silvie had been so busy-- then again, even if she hadn't been, it wasn't as though her existence was making things all that much easier on him, being yet another person he felt the desperate need to make proud and impress on the pitch.
She was right, though. Oliver was getting more inebriated by the second, and Ter slowly nodded, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "In that case, I'm gonna walk Angie home. Just promise me you'll wait to pass out on me until after I get back, yeah?"