Oliver had kept his phone next to his pillow, checking it religiously for any new information through the night. No new info, which was equal parts comforting and disconcerting. He'd actually expected some sort of news from Them at the very least, and the utter silence didn't bode well for anyone. He'd woken up several times through the night, and couldn't reliably calculate just how much sleep he'd gotten in total. He knew his internal clock and pried him away at the usual time, but even if his knee wasn't still bothering him it wasn't as if there was any room to run, or dogs to take out. That last thought brought a pang to him, hoping that the pups were somehow taking care of each other if the eyes behind the cameras weren't.
He'd propped Edwin's pillow under his knee to keep it as safe and stationary during the night as he could. Having Edwin alone up there hadn't even been worth considering, and whatever discomfort came from piling together on the small bed was easily outweighed by knowing immediately the man was there every time he was aware enough to think about it.
"Not much," he replied in a low, soft grumble. His arm moved, still slightly tingly and sleep from Edwin's weight, to run fingers through the man's hair. "No news from anyone yet this mornin'. Figure we're gonna be about due for breakfast soon." Which, of course, probably meant more trouble. With there only being one of Simms that at least meant he'd have to stop to sleep at some point, which he supposed they could be thankful for. "Best to get up and movin' before then."