"Aw, don't pout," Oliver chided, almost managing to sound sympathetic as they headed back for the police department. He moved slightly ahead to open the door so Owen could maneuver Simms in, knowing that it was likely an easy straight shot right into the cell if Simms remained compliant.
That was odd, but not the only thing really sticking in his head. As much as Owen going so off script had thrown him off and certainly angered him, he didn't think there was anything else that would have hinted to Simms that there was any complications in the ranks, so to speak. There certainly was now, but if anything, he and Owen had been a fairly coordinated team up until that specific day. It likely didn't mean anything, just Simms and his bullshit, but it niggled something in him. And now Simms didn't seem surprised, or angry, just...weirdly resigned.
By the time he reached the cell door his humor had faded, now simply watching and waiting. Whatever weirdness was happening now he could marinate on later. Right now he just wanted this asshole back behind bars.