At Chloe's insistence the previous night, after helping defuse the bomb on Percy, Oliver had gone back to Watchtower and gone to bed. And he'd actually managed to get a few hours of sleep. Enough that she hadn't even questioned him going out that afternoon. Sure, Moriarty might not be in Lawrence anymore, but there were other villains out there, too. Thanks to Zatanna's spell that kept people from recognizing him and asking if he was that Justin Hartley guy from Smallville, he didn't tend to draw that much attention from the general public anymore.
Which was good, since he was about ready to go public with his company, and he didn't need the extra headache. He'd intended to go public with it a few days ago, but then Lois and Katniss and several others had been grabbed and had bombs planted on them. And there no question to which one was higher on his priority list.
He'd spent the afternoon checking into a few last minute work-related details and then working on some stuff for his other job. Now as he made his way off the elevator at Watchtower, he paused, frowning as he heard the unmistakable sound of someone crying. Holding his breath, he followed the quiet noise, pausing when he spotted Lois in the stairwell. His stomach tightened at the sight because he knew Lois Lane was not a crier. Not by any means.
He hesitated a moment, then drew in a breath, moving to sit beside her and silently resting a hand on her shoulder.