He would never tell Oliver how he found her that night. A part of him wanted to throw the younger man against the wall and choke the life out of him. He had seriously considered it. Another part wanted to explain it all like he would to A.J. in hopes that Oliver would see what he had done.
But looking at her now, he knew it was best to keep his mouth shut this time.
He knew Oliver was gone, as was Sara. They had left the foundry hours ago and Oliver had texted him, saying he wouldn't be going back to the mansion that night. In all honesty, Dig didn't really care where he ended up. He was more concerned with the more sensitive part of their trio, the blonde IT expert slumped over asleep at her desk at 3 am.
He knew her well enough to know that she had been off for the last few days. He trusted Oliver to talk to her about it, as he usually would, and fully expected to have his fireball of a friend back to her normal, optimistic self.
Seeing the dried tear tracks on her face as he neared her told him that one of his assumptions was obviously wrong.
As he reached out to touch her arm and wake her, his eyes cut to one of her screens. His stomach dropped as he saw the paused video of what was apparently Sara and Oliver making up for lost time on the med table.
His time in the military gave him the ability to school his emotions quickly, but he didn't try to suppress the anger he felt towards the hero he worked by day in and day out. One look at the third, and arguably, best part of their trio and he drew his hand back in a tight clench.
Leaning over Felicity, he closed the window and quickly deleted the file. The fact that she had seen it once was devastating enough, she didn't need to be reminded of it another time.
He wasn't stupid. They may not have ever verbalized it but the feelings those two had for each other were as plain as day. At first, he wanted to intervene, shut it down before one or both of them were crushed. He tended to fit into the protective big brother role well when it came to Felicity, and when Oliver slept with Isabel, he wanted to throttle the younger man. Despite his sharp instincts, Oliver was oblivious to how his selfish actions impacted the tender-hearted woman who stood by him so loyally. Dig thought he had been coming around as of late - opening up a bit more, even apologizing after going off at her.
But sleeping with Sara?
With an irritated grunt, Dig grabbed Felicity's bag, tossing it onto his shoulder before wrapping an arm under her knees and another around her shoulders.
The poor girl had cried herself to the point of exhaustion, which wasn't surprising considering the burden she'd been carrying for the past few days. She didn't stir as he moved towards the door to take her home.
He knew her well enough to know that tomorrow, she would put on a brave face and go on like nothing had happened. She was not a pitiful, jealous woman. She would want Oliver to be happy. She would pretend that it didn't bother her, and more than likely, try to strike up a friendship with Sara.
Setting her down gently in the backseat of his car, he shook his head, reaching up to wipe a stray tear drop away.
"He doesn't deserve you, He really doesn't."
She turned her head slightly and Dig's heart clenched seeing a fresh tear track down her cheek.
He would take her home, make sure she's safe, and give her the night to build up her walls again. Give her the time to remember how strong she is and how valuable and how lovable.
And then he would kick Oliver's ass.