Verity shook her head a little, but she couldn't stop the tears from coming. She turned to curl against his side, giving a muffled sob or two. It felt so good to cry to someone other than Oliver. Oliver who didn't seem to care much, or Oliver who was too angry to be in the same room with her. Even though he had her imprisoned in the house like she was some sort of House Elf.
"I miss the way things were. I miss when we were... when things were simple."