Felicity practically sprang from the bus as it came to a full stop in front of the mostly empty gas station. She smiled at the rush of wind that greeted her as she hopped to the ground, heading straight for the small grassy area on the side of the building. She laid on the ground, enjoying the way the sun beat down on her, forcing her to close her eyes and to enjoy the small bit of nature surrounding her.

As it turned out, spending twenty four hours straight on a bus was more than Felicity was prepared to handle. Oliver had complained to her about Tommy's show scheduling skills early on, but it had been something that Felicity had blown off as Oliver just needing something to complain about. She had seen the tour list, no locations or dates had seemed that far away from one another.

Tommy really wasn't that awful at scheduling tour dates. Tommy was, however, awful at predicting when Oliver would wind up in jail and need to take a break to run away to the woods for a week. The rescheduling Tommy was forced to do was the real reason they had been in a bus for so long. Omaha, Nebraska wasn't exactly next door to New York. And after the Omaha show, they were in for another long ride to Charlotte, North Carolina.

Which was why Felicity was determined to enjoy every minute outside of the tour bus that she had. She stretched her arms above her, digging her fingers into the dirt slightly before crossing them underneath her head as a makeshift pillow. Nobody was going to get her to move from her spot for at least fifteen minutes without a fight.

She groaned as a shadow fell over her, her body instantly missing the heat from the sunlight. Opening her eyes, she wasn't really surprised to see Oliver towering over her. He smiled at her once she opened her eyes, holding his hand out for her. She returned his smile with a playful glare, clicking her tongue before she closed her eyes again.

"You're blocking my sunlight," she complained. "And I'm not getting back on the bus for another thirteen minutes."

Oliver laughed, shaking his head. "Tommy says we are on a tight schedule and something about not messing around at any of our stops."

"Yeah, I know. Which is why I haven't gotten off of that damn bus for a whole day." She opened her eyes, sitting up slightly so she could scoot out of Oliver's shadow. "A day, Oliver." She shook her head as she laid back down. "Tommy is on the other bus. They can leave without us."

"The show is in two hours Felicity."

"Don't you have a reputation to maintain? And without the drinking and the fighting… do you really think now is when you should add timely to your resume?"

Oliver sighed, smiling as he sat down next to her. "You're probably right."

Felicity shrugged, a small smile on her face. "Normally am."

"When Tommy finds us, I'm blaming you."

"Right," Felicity said with a snort. "Like he's going to believe that."

They fell into an easy, comfortable silence after that. The kind that still surprised Felicity. It didn't seem like very long ago that any moment with Oliver was charged and difficult to get through, always ending with Felicity being frustrated or angry with his behavior. But now, lying next to him on the grass in the middle of nowhere Iowa, Felicity had a hard time piecing together that Oliver with the one next to her.

She knew that he was still the same person. He still said and did many of the same things that he did at the beginning of the tour, but the actions felt different to her. She wasn't sure if the difference was really between drunk Oliver and sober Oliver, or if her view of Oliver had changed significantly enough that she just interpreted his words differently.

Either way, she was grateful for the change. Tommy had asked her to show the world the real Oliver Queen, and she was beginning to see who he had meant.

"There you two are," Laurel said, pulling Felicity from her thoughts. "Tommy says we need to go."

"Has it been thirteen minutes?" Felicity asked Oliver, turning her head to the side to look at him. "I don't feel like it's been thirteen minutes."

Oliver shook his head before responding, "Definitely no more than five."

"Sorry, Laurel," Felicity said, looking back at her. "I am glued to this spot for another eight minutes"

Laurel laughed, looking behind her to see if she could see Tommy. She looked back down at them, tilting her head to the side.

"Mind if I join you guys then?" She asked, not waiting for either of them to answer before sitting down.

"The more the merrier," Felicity replied, smiling as Laurel placed her head to the side of Felicity's stomach. "Besides, Tommy definitely can't carry all three of us."

"Did you really think Tommy could carry the two of us?" Oliver asked.

"I figured it'd be a good test of his upper body strength," Felicity said, smiling as Laurel started laughing. "So, how's life on the other bus, Laurel?"

"Crowded," Laurel quickly answered before taking a deeper breath, her eyes narrowing as she continued, "I was actually… I was thinking maybe I'd start spending more time over with you. Being the only girl on that bus is getting kind of old."

Laurel paused then, pursing her lips as she picked at the grass. "And if we're going to work on being a band again, it might be a good idea to actually act like a band."

Oliver snorted. "According to Felicity, there's not enough room on that bus for my ego, her, and Thea as it is-"

"That's Oliver's way of saying, yes, you guys need to start acting like a band," Felicity interrupted, rolling her eyes before glaring in Oliver's direction. "Oliver's ego can always be deflated."

"She's just saying that because I keep winning all of the board games."

"You can always go on the other bus Oliver," Laurel said, smiling at Felicity. "I think a boy's bus and a girl's bus makes more sense anyway."

"Yes!" Felicity agreed, laughing as Oliver groaned. "I'll start packing his stuff up. The three of us could probably just share his room. Get out of those claustrophobic bunks."

"Actually," Oliver said, glancing over at Felicity. "Thea mentioned spending more time with Roy. I think she's planning on staying on that bus for at least a few days."

"Wasn't her not doing that rule one of her staying on the tour?" Laurel asked.

"I've been reminded many, many times that my rules for her staying on this tour were abolished as soon as I got arrested." Oliver paused, his fingers drumming against the ground. "Besides, with everything that happened with our dad... if Roy helps support her, well, he helps. It's not my job to tell her that she doesn't deserve that."

"Good," Felicity said. "I mean, Laurel and I can definitely share your room. This works out well for everyone."

"Everyone but me, maybe," Oliver joked.

Laurel hummed her agreement with Felicity, ignoring Oliver. "So, you want to pack your own bags Oliver? Or should Felicity and I just do it for you?"

"Or," Tommy said, interrupting their conversation, his hands pressing against his hips as he glanced down at the three of them. "You all could continue to lay on the grass, just skip the show we are already late for, I can cancel the tour, which is starting to sound like the more economically rational decision. Given how off schedule we already are-"

"You have got to calm down Tommy," Laurel said, lifting her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun so she could look up at him. "We aren't going to be late."

"Aren't going to be," Tommy stopped, laughing to himself as he raised a hand to press against his temple. "Laurel, we are already late. Sound check, setting up the stage, these things needed to be done hours ago."

"Exactly, Tommy," Oliver started, sitting up to stare at his friend. "Hours ago. We were never going to make it on time. Cut us, hell, cut yourself some slack.

"I think I've cut you enough slack," Tommy responded, his voice void of emotion as he returned Oliver's stare. "Don't you?"

Oliver nodded slowly, pushing himself off of the ground. "I'm going to go back to the bus. I think you've still got another three minutes, Felicity."

Felicity sighed as she sat up, watching Oliver walk away.

"What happened to being a band again, Tommy?" Felicity asked after Oliver disappeared from her sight.

Tommy sighed, digging his hands into his front pockets. "We should get going," he said, deciding to completely ignore Felicity's question.

"Why don't you go with Oliver? Felicity and I can head into town with the others." Laurel offered, standing up and brushing the loose grass off of her pants. "You guys clearly need to talk things out still."

"Are you really defending him right now Laurel?" Tommy asked, his breath catching in his throat as he looked down at her in surprise, disappointment spreading across his face slowly as he waited for her answer.

"No. I'm not, Tommy. But you said it yourself, we either are going to move past things and grow as a band, or we are going to go our separate ways," Laurel said, her voice gentle as she reminded Tommy. She reached forward, grabbing onto Tommy's elbow. "I'm willing to give Oliver another chance. I want, I want to try at least."

She squeezed gently before removing it from his arm. "You asked Roy and I what we wanted to do, but nobody ever asked you Tommy. You need to make a choice too."

Tommy stared down at the ground, his eyes burning as he nodded. Eventually, he looked up, his eyes finding Laurel's. "He's my best friend Laurel. I want to try. I do, but I'm angry. I am really, really angry with him."

"Good," Laurel said, holding her hand out to help Felicity stand up. "Then be angry at him. And then move on." She nodded her head toward the building that was blocking the view of the busses. "We'll leave you two alone."

Tommy shook his head, tilting his head back as he sighed. "I sent the bus with the others ahead. I was hoping Barry and Roy might be able to get everything set up. Make sure the opening acts at least hit the stage on time."

"Well," Felicity said, shrugging a little as she gave Tommy a small smile. "Maybe that's for the best. Laurel and I can be mediators. Make sure the conversation is civilized."

Tommy huffed, his face almost expressionless. "Let's just get through the show tonight. I'll talk to him," he added as Laurel began to protest. "Just not… not tonight. I need to focus on the show."

Laurel gave Tommy a disappointed look as she shook her head. "If you say so."

Oliver was sitting on one of the couches in the bus when they walked in, headphones in his ears, notepad somehow remaining balanced on his knee as he moved the notebook so that he could write on it.

Felicity was surprised that he wasn't back in his room, given the way he had stormed off after talking with Tommy. The other bus would have already been gone when Oliver walked away, so Oliver would have known that Tommy was going to be on this bus. Which meant he was purposefully placing himself in Tommy's way, and judging by the way Oliver kept his gaze on the pages in front of him, refusing to acknowledge that they had walked in, Felicity was fairly positive that he was waiting for the fight with Tommy to happen.

The bus began moving as Felicity walked past where Tommy was still standing by the counter, his eyes seemingly glued on Oliver, and grabbed a water bottle for her and Laurel. She looked at Laurel before nodding her head toward the table.

"Cards?" Felicity asked Laurel as she moved toward the table, sitting down on the bench and grabbing the deck of cards before Laurel answered.

"Yeah," Laurel answered, sliding into the bench across from Felicity. "Maybe we'll even get a show," she whispered, raising her eyebrows as she looked over at Tommy.

"I don't know, Laurel," Felicity began as she started to shuffle the deck of cards. "That would require the two of them to talk about their feelings, like grownups, at the same time."

"I can hear the two of you, you know," Tommy said, glaring in their direction. "Hell, Oliver can probably hear you."

He shook his head as Laurel and Felicity smiled at him, both of them shrugging before they returned their focus to shuffling the playing cards and moving the other board games out of the way. He sat down next to Oliver on the couch then, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make out the words Oliver had been writing down, but Oliver pulled the notebook closer toward him, making it impossible for Tommy to make out any of the letters, let alone words.

"So," Felicity said as she placed the cards down in front of Laurel. "Poker or Go Fish?"

Laurel tilted her head, her fingers tapping against the cards as she contemplated her options. "How about Golf or Crazy Eights?"

Felicity nodded slowly, smiling at Laurel. "Rummy it is."

Laurel laughed, shaking her head as Felicity began to deal the cards.

They played the first few rounds in complete silence, the sounds from the bus bringing an almost peaceful calm to the tension.

"Has he been writing a lot lately?" Laurel asked as Felicity picked up the discard pile.

Felicity didn't answer at first, her eyes flickering across the cards she had picked up before she began to rearrange them for play.

"He has," Felicity finally answered as she began to place her cards down on the table. "At least I've been noticing it more. He's had that notebook out since we started the drive to New York."

She shrugged as she decided on a card to discard. "That's not really saying much though," Felicity continued after she placed a card down. "Before the break he spent most of his time in his room. So, maybe he did a lot of writing then too."

"Oh I doubt it," Laurel said, turning her head to look at Oliver. She looked back at Felicity, a small smile on her face. "I haven't seen Oliver write in a year. Maybe longer."

"Definitely longer," Tommy added, glancing over at Laurel. "I was thinking almost two. The last album was mostly you and Roy, and a few songs Oliver had written before."

Oliver looked up from the notebook, his eyes meeting Tommy's as he pulled his earphones out. "What can I say," he said, his eyes narrowing. "Apparently fighting with my best friend brings out a real need to write some angsty lyrics."

Felicity watched from where she was sitting as Tommy's body tensed, his hands clenching and unclenching.

She watched as Tommy's plan to hold off on his conversation with Oliver disintegrated in less than thirty-two miles.

"Oh fuck you," Tommy said, his voice sharp and harsh as he stared at Oliver in disbelief. "If that were true, you would have been writing angsty song lyrics a year ago."

"A year-a year ago?" Oliver asked, the pen in his hand dropping to the floor as he turned his body toward Tommy. "I thought we were fine until recently. And you are going to sit there and tell me that we haven't been fine for a year."

"Fine, Oliver?" Tommy said in disbelief. "How deluded are you to think you could describe any friendship or relationship of yours in the last year or two as fine."

"Don't do that. You don't get to sit there and pretend like this is all my fault."

"Who's fault do you think it is Oliver?" Tommy questioned, his voice harsh as he stared at Oliver in disbelief that he could actually be trying to blame Tommy for any of their issues.

"I'll own my part. But you don't get off free in this Tommy," Oliver said with force as he closed his eyes. "Lifelong friendships don't just come to a screeching halt because of one person's actions."

"They do when that one person's actions include four assault charges, no less than ten cancelled concert dates, and an endless amount of memory-free drunken nights." Tommy listed in a matter-of-fact tone, tapping one of his fingers against his hand to punctuate each action.

"Don't do that," Oliver argued, "I get why you are pissed off at me as my manager, but you don't get to sit there and pretend like I'm just a product to you."

Oliver sighed, tilting his head down as he pressed his fingers against the side of his head. "Besides," he continued after a moment, looking back up to meet Tommy's gaze. "I don't know how many times you want me to apologize for all of that," he paused, looking back up at Tommy before continuing, "But I am fucking sorry. Okay?"

"No, Ollie, not okay." Tommy stood up, walking over to lean against the edge of the counter, careful to avoid Felicity and Laurel's glances. "You don't get to just apologize and have this all swept under a rug. That is what we have always done, and you know what, I'm sick of it. I am so tired of hearing you say I'm sorry when I know that you aren't going to do a damn thing to change."

"I am trying, Tommy," Oliver said, desperately trying to get Tommy to believe him, to acknowledge his actions. "And I get that I didn't before. And that I keep letting you down. I get it. I do, okay? What I don't get is why you are giving up on me now. The other day with my dad..." Oliver let his sentence trail off, shaking his head sadly. "You're my best friend, Tommy. But I don't know what I can do to make you believe that I am trying."

Tommy didn't respond. He looked down at the ground, his breathing coming out in short, heavy puffs as he avoided moving the conversation forward.

Oliver shook his head, trying to hide his disappointment from showing on his face as he stood. "But I am trying," he repeated, nodding to himself. "And I am going to keep trying… for myself. So, who knows, maybe that'll make the difference this time."

Tommy lifted his head then, watching as Oliver began to walk past him and down the short hallway to his room at the back of the bus.

"Hey, Ollie?" Tommy said just before Oliver went to close his door. "Maybe it will. Make a difference," he continued, smiling at his friend while tilting his head up. "I hope it does anyway."

The rest of the drive to Omaha passed quickly once Oliver and Tommy's conversation was finished. Oliver remained in his room until after the bus was stopped and empty. Felicity didn't see Tommy and Oliver so much as acknowledge each other until after the show was over when Tommy gave Oliver a small wave before walking out of the building.

Felicity walked closely behind Oliver as they exited the venue, her body still tingling from the excitement and energy from the show. The appeal of being in a band, or even just attending concerts, had never been major for her growing up. But now, after experiencing more shows and feeling the buzz that comes with them, she was starting to see the appeal.

"I think you might be catching the bug," Oliver said, his voice giving away that he was smiling even though Felicity couldn't see his face.

"Maybe," Felicity responded, tilting her head to the side as she did. "You guys sounded really good tonight."

Oliver gave a dry laugh, turning his head to look at the other bus. "It feels different up there. Maybe it's just me actually being able to remember the words. I think Tommy kept mentioning how that would be a good first step to not sucking again."

Felicity shook her head, reaching forward to grab onto Oliver's elbow. She waited for him to stop and look at her before speaking, "Or maybe it's because you are finally starting to act like a band again. All of you. Team effort."

Oliver gave her a tight, almost forced smile. "Who knows, maybe by the end of the tour it won't be just you and I on one bus."

He turned around then, continuing to walk to the bus that was waiting for them.

Felicity sighed, looking up in time to see Tommy close the door to the other bus. She pulled her jacket tighter around herself, the wind cold as it pushed passed her.

"I'm not even sure how they are all staying on that bus," she pointed out, trying to lighten the subject.

"I mean," she continued, "It just seems kind of ridiculous when we have so much room."

Oliver laughed, shrugging as he opened the door, holding it for her. "You're just worried about being left alone with me," he teased.

"Oh yeah," Felicity responded sarcastically, rolling her eyes, her fingers digging deeper into her jacket pockets as she climbed up the steps. "I just don't know how I am going to resist you."

Oliver laughed dryly as he shut the door behind him.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" Oliver asked.

"Huh?" Felicity asked, her eyebrows pushed together as she thought about the things they had talked about recently, failing to come up with anything that would match the almost concerned tone in his voice. She turned around to face him, her breath catching in her throat as her body came into contact with his.

She laughed nervously, shaking her head at herself, hoping that it wasn't obvious to him how flustered she was feeling.

"When you mentioned feeling claustrophobic in the bunks," Oliver clarified while Felicity took a step back from him.

"Oh," Felicity explained, her eyes widening in understanding. "Yeah. I guess I'm just not used to the… smallness of the bus."

Reaching forward, Oliver squeezed Felicity's shoulder while giving her a small smile. "You can sleep in my room, if it'll help. I've had plenty of time to get used to sleeping in small spaces."

Felicity looked down, watching as Oliver let his hand fall from hey shoulder, his fingers brushing against the top part of her arm before landing back against his side. She kept her head down as she shook it slowly, her face heating up as she did so. "I'm not kicking you out of your room, Oliver. I'll be fine."

"If you change your mind…" Oliver let his sentence trail off as Felicity looked back up at him, giving him an understanding smile.

"I'll let you know," Felicity replied with a nod. "I was actually thinking since it's just us, I'll just leave the curtain open. That'll probably work."

Oliver gave her a look of disbelief, but he didn't say anything else. Instead, Felicity watched as he walked toward the sink, reaching into the small refrigerator and grabbing a water bottle filled with a mysterious dark liquid Oliver seemed to drink after a show inside of it.

"What is that stuff anyway?" Felicity asked.

Oliver shrugged as he removed the lid, taking a large drink before responding. "I have no idea. Tommy has me drink it. I never questioned it."

Oliver held the bottle out to her, trying to shake it in an enticing way. "Want to try some?"

Felicity scrunched her nose as she laughed lightly. "I think I'll pass."

"I, uh, I think I'm going to head to bed actually," Felicity continued, tilting her head toward the bunks. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night, Felicity," Oliver said a he took another drink, watching as Felicity climbed into her bunk.

"Good night, Oliver," Felicity responded as she lay her head on her pillow. She sighed, her fingers grasping the curtain, hesitating to pull it shut.

She removed her hand, leaving the curtain open as she placed her hands over her stomach. Shutting her eyes, she listened as Oliver moved around the main area, placing the water bottle in what sounded like the trash can.

She heard him walk past her and into his room. She waited to hear him shut the door, but the sound never came. Peeking her head out from the bunk, a small smile spread over her face as she saw the open door.

She moved her head back, her head flattening her pillow as she turned her head to the side. Her eyes fluttered shut again, her breathing becoming purposefully shallower as she tried to lull herself to sleep. The bus was mostly insulated from the sounds of the road, but Felicity could still make out the wind pushing against the sides, the steady hum of the tires rubbing against the road.

She rolled onto her side so that she was facing the openness of her bunk instead of the wall. Letting her hand dangle down the side, she tapped her fingers against the piece of plastic they were brushing against in a steady rhythm.

And she waited. Eyes open and glued to the wall of the empty bunk across from her, she waited. Waited for sleep to fall over her. Waited for the walls to move in closer. Waited for some strange road sound to pull out from the hazy almost sleep she might find herself in.

She simply waited. Until she couldn't tell if the increase in her breaths was because she was anxious or some subconscious trick she was trying out to induce sleep by passing out.

She closed her eyes, slowly counting down in her head from ten, attempting to regulate her breathing.

"Hey, Oliver?" Felicity said after she managed to steady herself, her voice raised enough to travel clearly to him.

"Yeah, Felicity?" He responded roughly, his voice heavy.

"What's your favorite kind of ice cream?" She asked, biting down on her lip after she spoke, grimacing at the awkwardness of her question.

"My favorite ice cream?" Oliver said, returning her question, amusement clear in his voice. "Why do you want to know my favorite kind of ice cream, Felicity?"

Felicity didn't respond at first, letting his question really wash over her as she contemplated her answer. She could tell him it was for the documentary, what girl wouldn't want to know what kind of ice cream Oliver Queen liked the most. Her question could be nothing more than the start of a random interview to get more information about him, small details to show the world a different side of him.

Or she could tell him the truth.

"Because it's something I don't know?" Felicity started, rolling her eyes at how unsure she sounded. "I guess I just… I've gotten to know you in such a backwards way. I could probably list a lot of big things that make up who you are, your relationship with your dad, your drinking, your friendship with Tommy… big things that I feel like I at least sort of have a grasp on. It's the day-to-day things, the smaller details about you that I feel like I'm missing. Things like your favorite kind of ice cream."

She paused then, wondering if anything she had said made any sense. She waited for Oliver to say something, but found only silence.

"I guess," she continued, her voice less steady than it had been before. "I want to know those things too."

Felicity twisted her fingers together nervously as she waited for Oliver to respond. She was about to mention the cameras and the film, hoping that it would provide her some sort of relief from the embarrassment she could feel sweeping over her, when Oliver finally responded.

"It's, uh, mint chocolate chip. Actually, I would kill for some right now."

"That sounds really good. If I wake up whenever we stop for gas, I'll grab some. It's my favorite too."

"I'm not supposed to eat ice cream while touring. Tommy put it on the don't do this list."

"Tommy gave you a don't do this list?"

"Yeah."

Felicity laughed softly to herself, shaking her head. "Oliver, up until recently, how well did you abide by that list?"

Oliver was silent for a moment, and Felicity could perfectly envision him mentally going through the list in his mind before he answered, "Probably just the ice cream one."

"Yeah. I'm definitely buying us some."

"It's not like ice cream is likely to be the final nail in our friendship coffin," Oliver said, his words too strained to successfully pull off the aloofness Felicity could tell he was aiming for.

She closed her mouth before she could respond, her teeth digging into her lip. Oliver didn't need to have another conversation about Tommy, to be reminded yet again of the relationships he had damaged.

She considered her options, toying between giving in to the bait and talking about Tommy or letting the conversation slide and end. Leaving her alone in her bunk with nothing but the sounds of the road she had been trying to silence.

Or she could ask another question.

"So, why the Green Arrow? Why not… the Purple Arrow?"

Oliver chuckled quietly, so low that Felicity almost missed the sound.

"Hey, Felicity?" He asked, his voice softer than it had been before.

"Hey, Oliver?" Felicity said in return, trying to ignore the way her stomach seemed to twist in nerves from the subtle change in Oliver's voice.

"I know you're trying to distract yourself, and I am more than okay with helping you out by answering ridiculous questions. But do you think you could come in here? My throat isn't exactly appreciating the half-shouting to be heard aspect of all this."

Felicity rolled her eyes as her cheeks heated up. She swung her legs over the side of her bunk, shaking her head to herself even as she started walking toward the back of the bus.

Leaning against the doorframe, her eyebrows furrowed as she took in his empty bed. She frowned as she let her eyes roam around his room, spotting his feet poking out from the far side of his bed. She sighed as she walked into the room, she sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, before moving until she was lying flat on her stomach across his bed.

She propped her head up on her hand as she peered over the side of the bed. He was spread out across the floor, his hands folded across his stomach, his eyes shut as he smiled. Her eyes narrowed at the smugness of the smile.

She bit down on her bottom lip as she debated what she should say or do next.

"So, Purple Arrow?"

Oliver's smile grew as he answered. "Because green leather is so much easier to find than purple."

Felicity chucked as she rolled over to lay on her back. "You don't have to stay down there."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable," Oliver explained with a small shrug of his shoulders as he brushed off her complaint. "Besides, it's surprisingly comfortable down here."

"If it's so comfortable, why don't we switch?"

Felicity smiled to herself, closing her eyes as she heard Oliver sigh. The bed dipped next to her from Oliver's weight a few moments later, she tilted her head to the side, opening her eyes to look at him.

"Don't think I'm buying that you named your band because purple is a hard color of leather to find. Green can't be all that easy either."

Oliver returned her smile with ease as he looked at her. "Laurel came up with the idea of having stage names that were kind of-"

"Comic booky?" Felicity asked as she interrupted him, her tone almost teasing.

"Yeah," he answered, his head dipping down to his chest as he laughed. "Green was one of Thea's favorite colors back then, she designed the first version of the stage outfit. And there's the real story of how I became the Green Arrow and not the Purple Arrow."

Felicity laughed, her eyes fluttering shut as she yawned. "You're a pretty good brother. Letting her design that for you."

"She did threaten to make the whole outfit yellow if I didn't stop bugging her about it when she first started sketching the designs. I was terrified she and Laurel were going to have my stage name be Big Bird."

Felicity didn't say anything after that, her breathing evening out as Oliver watched her begin to fall asleep. Oliver rolled over to his side, pressing his elbow into the mattress to rest his head on his palm as he looked down at her. There was a peace that seemed to spread over her with each breath that she took that Oliver was afraid of disrupting.

One that he couldn't quite wrap his head around that she was capable of achieving with him in the same room.

"Felicity?" He asked, running his hand along her arm. "You got any more questions for me before you fall asleep?"

"Hmm?" Felicity mumbled in response, her nose crinkling as she tried to focus on what he was asking. "I'm not sleeping," she argued, frustrated with how heavy her voice sounded. "Favorite memory?"

Felicity tried to open her eyes back up, to pay attention to Oliver's answer. But whatever answer Oliver gave her was muffled and lost as she completely gave in to sleep.