Knock. Knock.

The sudden knock on her door disrupted the flow of dialogue streaming from the television. She forced herself out of the tangle of blankets and stubbled around her apartment to the front door. She glimpsed into the peephole cautiously to find Oliver smiling broadly.

And he calls me a dork.

She turned her many locks -all installed at the stubborn insistance of Oliver. She inched the door open, leaving very little room for him to see inside. Her pajamas were embarrassing enough without him having to see them. "What are you doing here?" she asked, and she watched his smile fade into a disappointed smirk.

"Can't a friend stop by with some greasy junk food?" Oliver held up a bag of Big Belly Burger. "Can you really say no to this?" he asked, his smirk widening slightly as he shook the bag a little, letting the fat-induced aroma to drift towards her. She imagined a hint of hope in his eyes.

"Oliver..."

"Felicity..."

They locked eyes and she began to giggle. "Fine..." she said around her amusement. She opened the door fully and he stepped in, exuding his usual confidence.

"So what were you up to before I showed up?" he asked, pointing toward the pile of wrinkled blankets on the couch. On the coffee table sat a bottle of wine half full. Her glass was empty. This looks so pathetic.

"Just watching some Game of Thrones."

"What's that?"

"Oh, I forgot. Being on the island and then saving the city has left you very little time to catch up on what's popular." She grabbed the Blu-ray cases and handed them over to him. "This is one of the best shows on television."

He read through the first season's description and nodded. "Would it be wrong to ask to borrow these?"

She resisted the frown that was trying to form. "How about you stay. I can watch the first season over again. I love it."

Oliver plopped down onto the couch and began digging out the food. "Well, let's do it!"

Episode after episode they watched the drama unfold within Westeros. Oliver proclaimed his hatred for the Lannisters repeatedly, always adding: "Except that Tyrion guy. I like him." Everyone does... Felicity thought, reminding herself that he was also her favorite character.

Upon the end of the penultimate episode of season one, Felicity watched as he seemed to fight back tears. "Are you okay?"

He nodded. "Joffrey is just such a... douche."

Felicity laughed, fighting the urge to rest her head on his shoulder. She was so close. She could feel his warmth. "Well, you haven't seen the half of it."

Oliver's head shot up and he looked at her, frustration etched across his face. "What? You mean he's still alive?"

Felicity grinned. "Well, yeah..."

"I don't know how you can watch this. Our world is full of unfairness. Why would you want to watch more of it."

Felicity smiled and grasped his hand. "Because in both worlds, there are people willing to fight for those who can't fight on their own."

Silence sat between them, awkward and tense. Felicity let go of his hand and looked away, her face growing warm; he knew it must have been bright red.

"That was so corny."

She turned and found Oliver smiling wide, his eyes kind and full of that same hope she had imagined earlier. "Regardless of the corniness: thanks."