He's thinking too much, or brooding.

Because, of course he is.

He's Oliver Queen.

That's practically all he's done since he returned from Lian-Yo and while, normally, Dig or even Roy might go after him - lately, Felicity is the only one who can make any sense out of whatever it is he's thinking about. His place of retreat is The Verdant; more specifically the stairs that lead up to the second level, when the club is dark and quiet during the day. Because of this, Thea is good friends with Felicity (the blonde may or may not be number two on her speed dial, after Ollie), and always knows to call the blonde if she finds her brother in the club.

Today is no different.

Dig is on the training mats with Roy, bickering in between punches, and Felicity is using the downtime to run updates and catch up on some other work. Oliver is nowhere to be seen, as usual, and while they have a pretty good idea of where he might be, they don't want to bother him. It isn't until Dig and Roy are packing up for the day, ready to go home to their girlfriends, and the former tells Felicity to wrap it up and go home, that she realizes she hasn't seen Oliver.

"Get some sleep, Felicity." Dig tugs her ponytail and laughs when she attempts to smack his hand. "Goodnight."

"Night, Dig."

It's nearly thirty minutes after the foundry door has shut behind them before she shuts her computers down and goes in search of Oliver. She finds him in his usual place, shadowed away by the darkness, and stuck in his own head. Hell, she can all but hear the gears turning. She slips out of her heels and quietly makes her way to him. When she reaches him, she eases herself into his lap, slipping her arms around his shoulders and resting her legs over one of his knees.

"Hey Felicity," his voice is soft and tired and his arms tighten around her; both to keep her from falling, and because she just feels so good.

"Hey." she chirps quietly; rubbing the three-day stubble that carves out his jaw. "Oliver?"

"Hmm."

"What's up?" she murmurs, tracing a sharp line up to his temple, over his eyebrow and down the bridge of his nose. "You've been up here, all day."

Oliver turns and presses a kiss into her temple; "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." her exploration of his face finishes with soft circles on his pulse point. "What's on your mind, Oliver?"

She is.

All day. He's thought about her. Her blonde hair and blue eyes and all of her lovely quirks and how he can see them clear as a bell on a little girl, and how he can so easily picture her quiet strength in the soft eyes and chubby cheeks of a little boy. He's thought about the ring he bought just yesterday, and how he was going to propose to her because he wants this woman in his life for a long, long time. He's thought about Felicity in a white dress, flowers in her hand, and curls falling in her face; about him in a tux with Dig walking his bride down the aisle before taking his place as best man. But, he's done thinking. He'd like to make it reality.

"I'd like to marry you, Felicity." Oliver murmurs against her head, listening to her breath hitch. He kisses her hair and tilts his head closer to her ear to tell her of his thoughts and plans. "I want a future and kids and you for the rest of my life. As my friend and hopefully as my wife. So, Felicity Megan Smoak, would you do me the incredible honor of becoming my wife?"

"Yes."

The tears mix with laughter and when they finally kiss, she tastes of salt and happiness and everything he's been missing in his life since that damn boat crashed. But, he's certain that somehow, all of that led him to where he is, made him who he is, and it is by that force that he met Felicity Smoak. For the first time in his life, Oliver Queen thanks the powers that be for whatever they did to bring Felicity into his life, because he's no longer a playboy, but a friend, a lover, and hopefully, a husband.

He looks forward to wearing that title.