It was strange how hard it seemed to tell Emily how he felt. Most of the time, he simply flirted with people, and then if something happened with it, cool, if not, whatever. Emily was different though. Oliver was pretty positive he actually loved her, and during the night when the warlock had brought everyone's dreams to life, all he could think of was her. That sort of cemented the idea that he loved her, and of course the kiss. He would never say he regretted that kiss, but if she wanted to say that she had simply been caught up in the heat of the moment, he would likely accept that she would simply never have real feelings for him. Even thinking that might be a possibility caused his heart to skip a beat.
Oliver was dressed simply, a light blue t-shirt and a pair of old black stonewash jeans. His heart was beating fast as he approached Emily's room. The first time the two of them would be together alone since before all the crap happened that required their focus. He knocked on the door, heard the familiar call, and walked in.
Closing the door behind him, Ollie walked towards the bed. Before getting there where Emily had her head dangling off the bed, he moved gracefully downwards, lifting his legs off the floor and steadying himself in a handstand so that his face would look right side up to her. "Hey there," he said acting as though what he was just now doing was just something a normal person would do.