He glanced at her sideways when they walked, a comfortable silence falling between them until she spoke. Truthfully he was tired. He didn't feel like he was going to fully recover from everything he'd seen and done back home before arriving at the carnival. And the bed in the housecar wasn't all that comfortable, though it did beat an old mattress in the safety of the Kryptonite-lined sewers at home. Plus the nightmares. But he hadn't woken her up because of the nightmares so far, which he was grateful.
Oliver considered how to respond, then nodded. "Long days," he said with a small smile. "And for the record, I'm okay." He reached out and patted her shoulder lightly. If she'd been his Chloe, he would have draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. His chest tightened at the thought. "What about you?"