The corner of Oliver's mouth lifts as he shakes his head. It's not surprisingly Derek would think that of him, and he'd almost perfect the simplicity in it. Someone needs an arrow in them, they get one.

Apologies and friendships are messy.

Hands in his pockets, Oliver stands there for a moment, eyes on the bar as he works through what he want to say before looking back up at Derek.

"Thea gently pointed out that I may have been a bit irrational."