Oliver grunted in discomfort and shifted a little at the focus on that one point, but he didn't complain. He chose to think of it as a necessary evil, the knot putting up a fight, one that it would undoubtedly lose considering how tenacious Cecilia was.
"I know," he managed, his voice slightly tense. "Wasn't tryin' to convince you, just letting you know that other peop...uhhnn....get it. Almost." A second later he sighed in relief as the pain slightly eased, half melting into the bed covers. "What was I-oh...other people have faith in him. I know he can get a bit defensive if he feels like he's gettin' backed into a corner," he briefly thought of their first run together and chuffed out a laugh, "but I also know he listens to you better'n anyone. So...if it comes up, if he starts thinkin' you're the only one who's got his back, or like he can't do it, I told you plain what I think and you can tell him if he won't listen to me." He thought about what he'd told Owen that first day, and nodded slightly. "He has a front line when he needs it, just like you do." Another shrug. "Plus, if you tell him that means I don't have to put up with all his stupid geezer jokes."