Horace didn't really want to go with Oliver, but he also really didn't want to sit alone in his room. Or in Oliver's room. Alone lead to more thinking and to bad decision and... he sighed.

"I'll... come with... okay?" At least he was as much on the verge of tears or actively crying anymore. Slowly and stiffly, he unfolded himself from he bed, rubbing at his face. Wobbling a little, Horace reached down and pocketed his phone with looking at it. "L-lead the way."