"Oliver." Chloe turned to look at him again and even though it was dark and he probably couldn't tell she was giving him a look, she was hoping he could hear it. "There are about five inches of dust on that floor, there is absolutely no way you're sleeping on it."
"Besides," she went on as she reached for the fold out bed and tugged on it. "This is big enough to share, we just need to pull it all the way out, give me a hand?" The truth was, she would never consider sharing a bed with Oliver but they had passed out on the couch at Watchtower once before and it had been no big deal and under the circumstances she would be more comfortable sharing with him than having him sleeping on the dirty floor and dying of upper respiratory infection anyway.