"Somewhat." Billy's tone was clipped. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or if he really could feel Oliver's breath against the back of his head. His skin prickled anyway. When the older man pulled on the cuffs, Billy's head jerked slightly and he immediately tensed like the stubborn mule he was, making it difficult for Oliver to move his arms very far. He instinctively jerked back a little bit, like it was some kind of demented tug of war.
"...Sorry." He begrudgingly apologized after a moment, willing himself to relax a bit. His shoulders unwound by only a fraction as he took a breath (with great effort). He tried to remember the map Chase had put on the network, though he hadn't given it as much attention as he should have in hindsight. Finally, he looked down and took in the instructions written for them on the asphalt.
"The beach...? I think it's that way?" Billy indicated the direction with a slight shake of the appropriate hand, pointing a finger for emphasis.