"He's loopy," Oliver repeated, his voice shaking, staring straight ahead as he focused on breathing. "He...uh...he probably knows it's hurt just....not that bad. I've had the wrap on...." He closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling in counts of three. "I don't want him to feel bad, like it's because of him..." He made the mistake of glancing down, then squeezed his eyes shut again at the near-folded, broken mess, grunting like he felt sick. "Do I think what?" He asked almost desperately, needing his brain to focus on something else.