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text | 7/12, late evening

[prosecutorial]

[It takes a while for Laurel to get here, not because she isn't angry or hurt, because right now she's a bit of both, but also because she doesn't know what to say to him. She doesn't want to tiptoe her way around it, because obviously if Oliver hasn't told her by now, he isn't intending to, but she doesn't know just how blunt to be.

In the end, her words fail her, and she decides to get right to the point:]

Am I the reason you're here?

Re: text | 7/12, late evening

[viridescere]

[Having only recently had a fight with Felicity about lying because he thought it was for the best, Oliver took a moment to decide how, exactly, he wanted to respond to this. If he lied and he was found out, Laurel would be hurt - possibly hurt enough to react the way Felicity had about his son. If he didn't lie - she might be hurt in a different way. It was impossible.]

it's a big part of it, yeah. who told you?

[prosecutorial]

Sara.

[It's a moment, before she manages to drum up the energy for another response, but she doesn't want to do this over text. Now that the heavier question is out of the way, she needs to see him face to face.]

Where are you?

[viridescere]

at home. you want to come over?

[prosecutorial]

Yeah. I'll be right there.

[She'll walk so she has time to get her thoughts in order, but being alone isn't really doing her any favors right now. Even if she's probably going to wind up yelling, it's better to be around other people while she processes this.

So eventually she'll arrive at Oliver's apartment and knock on the door.]

[viridescere]

[Oliver was glad for the time. It gave him a little while to center himself, to steady his thoughts, and to decide how he wanted to approach this. He hadn't meant to hurt her and not telling her had been more out of protecting her than anything else. When she knocked, he let her in.]

Hey, come on in. How...how do you want to do this, exactly? I figure that I've got a lot of explaining to do.

[prosecutorial]

[She takes a deep breath as she makes her way inside, arms crossed in front of her. She's been trying to figure that out herself, and she honestly doesn't know, so she's just going to go with the first thing that comes to mind. It's working out well for her so far.]

Why didn't you tell me?

[speedforcer]

[in retrospect, he knows he should have probably called first. after all, turning up at someone's house, uninvited, when the sun has only just risen may be considered a bad time for a surprise visit. but he'd spent the majority of the night working off as much pent up energy as he could. he's been second-guessing his reaction to eobard's reveal and how much he'd cut himself off from the people he knows he'll one day consider friends, and that had easily transferred itself into the need to run.

but with the city slowly beginning to wake up, he'd known he'd run out of time. which is why he finds himself stood outside the door to oliver's apartment, a singed jacket in one hand and carry out container full of waffles in the other, as he tries to decide whether or not he should leave right now.]

Come on, Allen.

[a deep breath, and then he finally manages to force himself to knock. albeit, a quiet one. sorry for the early wake up call, oliver.]

[viridescere]

[Oliver was used to late nights back in Star City and sometimes late nights turned into early mornings. As it was, he woke up pretty quickly and threw on clothes, coming to the door only slightly less clear-eyed than normal.]

Barry? Something wrong?

[speedforcer]

[he's half ready to walk away even after he's knocked. but then oliver is there, and his window for escape is gone, and all barry can do is offer up an awkward smile in return. oh, and the container of breakfast treats.]

Heeey, Oliver. Did I wake you up? I know I should have waited. Do you want me to come back later? I can come back later. Sorry.

[yep, smooth as always. don't mind him]

[viridescere]

[Oliver laughed a little. He had woken him up, yeah, but it was hardly something that was going to be a problem. Barry was one of his closest friends. He pulled the door open wider, motioning him inside.]

You did, but that's okay. I should have been up to begin with. What's up?

[speedforcer]

[there's a brief moment of hesitation, before he's taking oliver at his word and stepping inside. he isn't entirely certain of where to start, nor just how he's going to deal with whatever response the other man has. if he finds out that oliver knew all along too--

no, okay. he can do this.]

This is for you. [the waffles. though, yes, even he can admit to stalling this time.]

If I ask you something, will you promise me that you won't lie about it? Even if you think I'll get angry. [or upset.]

[viridescere]

[It was definitely a loaded question and Oliver had to think about it for a moment. Had he put Barry in a position where he had to ask him that, had to get security before they discussed something important? He hoped not.]

Promise. Nothing but truth between the two of us.

text;

[leaguer]

Hey, Ollie.

( you know. keeping it casual — or, more importantly, keeping it familiar. lowkey.

sara doesn't even know what she's doing here, really. )

Re: text;

[viridescere]

hey Sara, what's up?

text;

[leaguer]

I overheard some things at the Rogues Gallery. Some kind of rumors about the Jade Shrine.

Figured maybe you'd heard some of the same things.

( don't make her spell it out, ollie. )

Re: text;

[viridescere]

(oh he is aware.)

yeah I heard about it. You thinking about checking it out?

text;

[leaguer]

Yeah, something like that.

Come with me?

It's been a while.

( is this the booty call of the century or what? )

Re: text;

[viridescere]

been too long. when are you heading out?

(was it really a booty call when it's for a good cause? this was charity. oliver was very philanthropic.)

text | @speedy

[withasouvenir]

would you believe that i've already cracked my phone screen?

i've got the popcorn ready! cancel all your plans because i want a hug and to rewatch white men can't jump.

Re: text | @speedy

[viridescere]

thea, when did you get here? where are you? plans are already cancelled.

[withasouvenir]

like an hour ago, my prearranged home (it's hideous), come ooooooooooooooooooover

[viridescere]

don't have to tell me twice. text me the address?

[withasouvenir]

[ she immediately texts him an address in the west district, somewhat near the beach. ]

door's unlocked, come right in

[viridescere]

[it didn't take oliver long to get there and when he did, he didn't bother with knocking. no point.]

God, do you know how much I've missed you?