"Maybe not," Oliver agreed, matter-of-factly without pandering, though his tone wasn't unkind. "Maybe right now only you can help you. Sometimes that's just the way it is."
He nodded once, halting at the bottom of the first flight of stairs, still making sure Marco could see both of his hands. "If we're gonna do this, then I need to step into the gym for a second, then we'll go outside. I just need to grab a couple things. You can take a look at all of it, or watch me take it, or stand out here if that'll make you feel more comfortable. I don't even have to hand them to you if you don't want me touchin' you. I could toss them to you so you can get a look." He inhaled, then exhaled in a sigh. "If I go in there and you run off, I won't chase you. I'm not gonna grab you or yell at you. And if you try this and don't like it, then we'll stop. Simple as that."