Oh.

[Hopeful advice, really. But he's not really sure what he was expecting - some secret insider knowledge? Maybe a few hot tips? He thinks about asking Oliver about the permission pass itself, and what it takes to get one but he thinks otherwise after a beat. It might mean he's contracted, and that could be something too personal to poke around with? He's not sure how those things work, either.]

I was supposed to have a track meet by now. I guess I missed it.

[Being here and all, as long as he has - a week, by his estimate.]

There's really no saying when we head home, is there? That's the one thing I noticed. Nobody knows.