Hadyn seemed to ignore Ollie, save a single glance in his direction before turning back to Ty. Moving toward his son, the man reached out and squeezed his arm briefly. For whatever it was worth, Ty supposed, his father was not one in the practice of being overly affectionate, and what he did show was somehow made more important because of it. And then he left, turning toward the hall to make his call.

"I just...Oliver," he said, "I was just wanted to be sure you were fine. You have a look about you that....I don't know how to explain, and frankly it worries me. For your sake. You didn't have to shoot him, not because I wanted to kill him or anything- but because I could have protected myself."

And then maybe Oliver wouldn't have that look in his face, in his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't even be pushing it he thought as he helped Ollie wrap the body in the plastic. "Is it against the rules for me to care?"