After burying Sara in the grave from 7 years ago, it was taking all of Laurel's willpower not to go to the nearest bar and drink her troubles away, though she could tell that's exactly where her father was headed.

"Laurel." Oliver said, taking her hand in his.

"You've gone through this before, how do you make this pain go away?" Laurel asked since she knew that this was how Oliver felt when his mother was murdered.

"It doesn't. I don't want to lie to you say that the pain ever truly dies, but it does get easier to live with over time. Especially when you're surrounded by the people who care about you. And Laurel, remember, I will always be at your side." Oliver said.

"Ollie, I don't know how I can go home tonight without thinking about her." Laurel said, tears finally coming to her eyes.

"What if I stayed with you tonight. Something tells me you shouldn't be alone, since you're trying to avoid booze." Oliver said and Laurel nodded gratefully.

"How do you deal with the pain?" Laurel asked.

"I channel it in being the Arrow. Protecting this city, feeling a purpose, it helps fill the void. You just need to find something to feel that void that isn't booze or putting your life on the line." Oliver said, already knowing what Laurel was thinking.

"Ollie, please, maybe if I can continue the crusade Sara started as the Canary, maybe I can honor her memory." Laurel said.

"I'll think about it. But in the meantime, just try and avoid thinking like that. You're father is already in a bad place right now and if he lost you, I'm pretty sure he'd lose it. He needs you as an anchor point right now." Oliver said.

Laurel nodded as they headed back to her apartment.


"I'm honestly amazed that my father hasn't had a hit squad bust down my door yet looking for the Arrow." Laurel said with a slight laugh as she laid her head against Oliver's chest.

"I think the only reason he hasn't is because he knows I can't bring Sara's killer to justice if I'm in prison." Oliver said.

"Good point." Laurel said with a laugh.

"You know, I wouldn't mind having access to a real bed every night and you could use some company." Oliver said.

"Are you asking me to let you move in?" Laurel asked with a smile.

"Considering how often I'm here anyways, I might as well." Oliver said.

"I'd love for nothing more, however, you need to get a real job to help pay the rent if you're going to be living here." Laurel said.

"I'll figure something out." Oliver promised her.

"Good and thank you." Laurel said.

"For what?" Oliver asked.

"For giving me something to take my mind off Sara." Laurel said.

"You're welcome, but now that we're on the topic of sisters, I'm starting to wish I could see mine." Oliver said.

"Still no word from Thea?" Laurel asked.

"No and honestly, I'm starting to get worried." Oliver said, right as his phone went off.

"Hello?" Oliver asked as he answered.

"Hello Mr. Queen, we need to talk." Nyssa al Ghul's voice said on the other side.

"So much for our night off." Oliver said as he hung up.

"What's going on?" Laurel asked.

"Sara's girlfriend is in town, most likely looking for her." Oliver said.

"Well this is going to end poorly." Laurel said.

"Tell me something I don't know." Oliver said under his breath.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Laurel asked.

"Thanks, but I think that you should keep an eye on your dad and make sure he doesn't go overboard." Oliver said and Laurel knew exactly what he meant and nodded.

"Be safe Ollie." Laurel said.

"I'll try." Oliver said.