Oliver Queen is tired of living on an island. (thehood) wrote in shipsahoy,
"Laurel..." Oliver started and then looked away. Now he had to tell her which Oliver he was. The other Oliver still had Felicity. He still had his team and his girl, but the Oliver who was here with Laurel now, did not. They had been lost to him. Murdered by Darhk. He could not lose Laurel the same way. He didn't want to stress her out though, so he thought carefully about what to say.
"I...I'm not that Oliver. Felicity and I, well it wasn't gonna work out. She's gone. They're all gone." He wasn't particularly clear on what he meant by that, but he felt certain she would know. There would be no reunion between him and Felicity. Not now. Not ever.
"But you need to rest, so I don't want you worrying about all of that right now." Oliver told her gently. "We'll talk again when you're feeling a bit better. And I'll come and check on you later." He kissed her forehead, and then left so he could go off and brood about this.