Oliver did manage a bit of a rueful smile at that. "As tempting as that offer may be, I've also taken a vow of non-violence so... I guess you don't have to worry about that." The cold of the wall was starting to bleed through his shirt. He was shaking slightly, though he wasn't sure if it was the chill or the toll of constant stress on his body. He was just going to ignore it regardless. "And good luck convincing the others to dress up and come to these things. I'm not actually sure any of them own formalwear."
He didn't want to be here, but that really didn't mean he wanted to be so easily replaceable either. He caught the slight heel of one of his loafers against a tile that was raised out of place. His self degradation went unanswered, and he honestly wasn't sure what he expected in response. Vindication that he wasn't a completely shitty human being or the worst person to be stuck in this situation with would have been appreciated, but likely a lie. He had officially run out of emotional capacity to feel pity for himself on top of everything else, so he just let it swirl in with the acidic cyclone burning his insides until the combination left him feeling relatively hollow. Not a great feeling, but he had to admit that empty was markedly better than the overwhelming too-much he'd been running on since they'd stepped out of the church a few weeks prior. He should probably question why he was seeking validation on the floor of a public restroom from a relative stranger in the first place. Mostly he was just tired.
"I guess that makes sense." He supplied eventually, the silence having stretched just long enough between them to be awkward while he had been busy trying to force himself to spontaneously combust. It really didn't make sense, but he supposed that she must have been one hell of a woman if Leo was willing to take down a massive infernal corporation from the inside to get her out of it. He didn't have it in him to be jealous either.
Oliver held his breath for a long moment before working himself to his feet. The priest scrubbed at his face and straightened his blazer, but made no effort to fix his hair. Let people think what they wanted about what they'd been up to in here. If they wanted to assume he was a dumb boy toy he may as well look the part.
"We should probably get back out there then. Don't want to miss too many opportunities to kiss ass right?" The longer it took them to get into their good graces, the more often they'd have to be around the cloaks. Oliver smothered the little spark of muted longing for someone that would actually appreciate the gesture as he held out his hand for Leo to take. They had appearances to keep up, after all.