"What would you do in the office, besides sit and look pretty?" Oliver asked. "I'm proud the trying Tommy with his developing muscles and skills. Besides, if you were stuck in the office all day, what would you have to complain about?"
Oliver chuckled. "Margaret's a looker still, admit it," he said. "And yes, I'm sure that's exactly why people 'turn' gay - to get laid." He patted Tommy on the shoulder. "I survived five years. It's barely been four months. You'll live."
Oliver scratched his shoulder, where a broken bone scar jagged his skin. "I don't think they're ugly. I don't like being seen as the poor boy who suffered, or to be asked about them. I'm not going to expose myself to people I don't trust. They're not some badge of honor, either. Survival, yes, and I'm glad I'm still around to do what--"
Oliver cut himself off. He shook his head. "We promised each other to find who we are for ourselves, not based on what we're supposed to be or do." It was not easy at all to remember that, to be in that mindset rather than thinking about getting back to Starling City and his mission there.