[He makes no move to pull away from Oliver's grip, needing him now as an anchor. He knows that he is not strong in any sense of the word. So he swallows hard, his breath falling a little too quickly and roughly for someone who is only crouching in wait and his voice cutting a little more sharply than he intends.]

I know, I know-- I'm not a moron. [He takes a deep breath, tucks his chin into his chest, squeezes his eyes shut.] It's just...if something is coming our way, I want to know before it gets here, so I can at least try to run.

[A pause, and then:]

God, this sucks.