Breaking Down. With chloeas.
Oliver sat quietly on the sofa in the Watchtower a couple hours after the League meeting ended. He was still a bit dazed, but otherwise felt fine. It had taken him nearly an hour to convince Mia she needed to get some actual sleep in an actual bed. He knew she was worried she would wake up in the morning and find that he was gone, and he knew the only thing that would ease that fear was for him to prove her wrong. Which he was going to do.
Which left him alone with Chloe, for the first time since he'd woken in his bed, that wasn't going to be interrupted.
He hoped.
Which left him alone with Chloe, for the first time since he'd woken in his bed, that wasn't going to be interrupted.
He hoped.