She was getting to heated into this conversation, he was as well, but his words where confusing her. However the moment he mentioned Malcolm, the distances that was between them was gone, Laurel was right there. She slipped her hand into his, her free hand moved to his face to make him look at her. "It's not your fault, you told me to stay out, Dad told me to stay out, I went anyways, Tommy was there because he knew what a work workaholic I am, Oliver."
Without thinking about it, her thumb brushed over his cheek, trying to sooth him. "You warned me to stay out, not to go in there, and I did because of work. You didn't know I would do that, I didn't know till I got the call to get my things out of there. That night I didn't lose just Tommy, I lost a piece of myself, you, just a grip of a future that seemed possible again."
Her eyes looked away, "you have nothing to do with me being kidnapped as well." He didn't, sure she got kidnapped cause of Arrow once, but Oliver wasn't him...right? "With my old line of work, I took on powerful people and Dad does too. You were there for me when I needed you, like when you let us stay at the house." Laurel didn't blame him, she blamed herself, "I'm not going to be the victum to anyone ever again and I can take care of myself."