This chapter is from Digg's point of view. Enjoy!
I see every look.
I see the way you look at her; I see the way you stare while she works, I see the way your lips quirk in amusement at yet another one of her babbles, I see the way your hands clench and eyes narrow when she mentions Barry and I see the love and adoration in your eyes that you tried to hide. I see the fear when you think she's pulling away when you think she is finally realizing that he and his plight isn't worth the danger, the late nights and the emotional pain. I see how your eyes glow with pride when she cracks what was thought to be an impossible puzzle or when she "borrows", because hack is such an ugly word, information that you need. I see how your eyes get soft when she talks, no matter the subject, but then I see them turn hard as stone when she offers herself as bait or as a distraction.
I see every touch.
I see the way your hand always lingers just a second shy of inappropriate on her shoulder; hand, neck, cheek and back. I see the way you place your hand on her lower back when you walk with her as if you just have to touch her and I especially see how you use this hand to firmly separate her from a possible suitor and closer to yourself. I see how you take her hand now more often to offer comfort and how you place your hands on her shoulders while she works and gently kneed her muscles. Then I see the satisfied smirk and the pleasure that flares in your eyes when she groans out her thanks; because she is so tense and sat in a chair all day really makes her ache. I see how your arms envelope her entirely, shielding her from the world and protecting her from its dangers, how you both need the reassurance that you are both alive and okay. I see how you stand behind her, close enough that her back is touching your chest, to support her when challenges her ideas or opinions. I see how every touch is possessive, protective and loving.
I hear every word.
I hear the hitch in your voice when you tell her how beautiful she looks and how you lower your tone in an intimate fashion to tell her you like the choice of colour best – green of course. I hear the pleasure in your voice when she accepts your invitation to belly burger, a walk, lunch, dinner or a cup of coffee. I hear how you shout in anger and frustration at Roy for yet again losing his temper and then I hear how your voice becomes soft and calm when she calls out your name – it's like watching a lamb tame a lion; amazing, fascinating and beautiful. I hear the laugher in your voice as you call our her name to halt a ramble on how she thinks you look hot, but only temperature wise not hot hot, not sexy hot but not that he isn't sexy hot because he is – I mean look at those abs? I hear the quiet anger in your tone as you tell her that sure she can have lunch with Barry and sure she can have Friday night off to go dancing with the girls. I hear the love that consumes your voice when you finally, finally, get her back into the safety of your arms after a particularly close call. I hear how you tell her how important she is to you and how you can't lose her because without her you won't be you anymore; you will be something hard, cruel and dangerous. I hear you tell her that she is the best part of you, that she makes you a better person and he can't do any of this without her.
I see how much Oliver Queen is in love with Felicity Smoak.
I see everything.