Mia stared at him blankly, as if he'd suddenly grown two heads or starting talking like the adults in Charlie Brown: "WahWahwahwahWAHWahWAHWAHwahwahWah..." and Ollie began to worry he'd approached the conversation wrong, starting off like that and by talking to Mia alone, without Connor or Dinah for back-up.
Then she spoke, shook herself out of it, and answered him. Yes. What a relief. Ollie actually felt that relief flood him, and some of it showed on his face. It was crazy, but the more he'd gotten into this, the more his insecurities about fatherhood had started to make him doubt himself.
Mia wasn't the only one for whom family was an extremely loaded concept; until he met Roy, Oliver had never thought it was possible that he could have a family (which made it ironic that Connor, his biological son, was out there and he didn't have a clue). And she definitely wasn't the only who sometimes got a little sick thinking of terms like "father" and "dad". Ollie did too. He was such a horrible father at times. Roy (and Connor) could attest to that.
God, this was...
"Good," he said. "I can't imagine life without you, Speedy. I like you."