[They would... but, but, he missed Dorian so much.]

I think we can squeeze in an extra few minutes. Let me get the oil.

[Fearne probably knows they'd want some extra time and distract the others for them. He jumped off the bed, grabbed the bottle of oil from his bag, and climbed back on, uncorking it and giving it to Dorian.]

It's been a while for me. You know, not even on my own.