Talking it out with dl_greenarrow.
Chloe sighed softly as she looked out of the window of the Watchtower, leaning against the wall. Everything was quiet, still, just like it had been that day one year ago.
She had been standing there for a long time, her legs felt stiff, so she shifted a little and rubbed a hand over her face, standing there for just a moment longer before pushing herself away from the wall and walking over to the small bar and pouring herself a drink before walking over to the couch and sitting down with a sigh.
With a sip of the whiskey Oliver usually left there, 'for long nights' according to him, she leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes. She knew she should go downstairs to their apartment, where Ollie was probably waiting for her, but she felt like she needed some more time in the top floor of the Watchtower.
She had been standing there for a long time, her legs felt stiff, so she shifted a little and rubbed a hand over her face, standing there for just a moment longer before pushing herself away from the wall and walking over to the small bar and pouring herself a drink before walking over to the couch and sitting down with a sigh.
With a sip of the whiskey Oliver usually left there, 'for long nights' according to him, she leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes. She knew she should go downstairs to their apartment, where Ollie was probably waiting for her, but she felt like she needed some more time in the top floor of the Watchtower.