"Were you ever going to tell me?"
That was such a loaded question. Oliver could see the hurt, the betrayal in Tommy's eyes. But there was also pleading. Begging Oliver to answer yes, to make everything right. And it wouldn't be hard to lie to him. After all, wasn't that practically part of Oliver's job description now? Lying to those he loved, digging himself deeper and deeper into a hole that he could never get out of. He lied because he didn't want to drag them down with him, and so they wouldn't suspect that anything was wrong. He had lied so much that some part of him longed to just tell someone the truth for once. At this point, Oliver worried that if he lied to Tommy again, he would find out, and Oliver would lose him for good. And even though Oliver had planned to do this alone when he set out, as he went on, he was finding it harder and harder to be by himself. It was why he had invited Diggle to join him in the first place, because Oliver recognized how easy it would be to slip, and become the dangerous murderer the police believed him to be. Having Diggle know, having friends that knew his secret gave him a safety net, somewhere to fall when he was in danger of slipping. He looked at Tommy, and Oliver knew what his answer would be.
"No."