"I used to do this all the time back home. Had a friend who'd disappear into the middle of fucking nowhere and forget how to find himself, it was annoying. But it does mean that things like this comes pretty easy. Practice makes perfect, and whatever."

And since his job here is mostly done, Oliver's going to go back to lounging on the couch comfortably. No need to slouch forward and fuck around with the stuff he'd left on the table if he can instead lay down, right.

"Have fun with whatever it is you're looking for." He has an idea. It'd have been hard not to feel Chaos Gate's magic back during Fantastic's broadcast. But, really--Oliver doesn't give two fucks. So.