Oliver Queen is tired of living on an island. (thehood) wrote in shipsahoy,
"You kept this?" Oliver asked in surprise, looking at the photo. It had been his once. He didn't want her to get worked up over anything though. She needed to rest. She had nearly died, and Oliver didn't even want to think about what might have happened if he hadn't been there. Laurel was safe here, they'd helped her. But at home?
"Why?" He questioned, looking down at her. It was a great picture, one of his favorites. It was a little faded with time but that didn't matter. He looked at the picture again. Things had been so different then. They were both such different people. There must have been a reason for Laurel hanging on to it.
He decided it was best not to tell her which Oliver he was for now. He didn't want her to worry. But it was important to him that she was safe. He needed her to be okay. He'd lost nearly everyone he cared about, so losing Laurel as well wasn't even an option.