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Chapter Twenty One
Laurel's Apartment
Music blares from Laurel Lance's laptop as she works silently in her apartment, alone…
A sudden knock on her door pulls her out of her thoughts as she pads over to it, unlocking it to find Tommy Merlyn and also the pizza delivery guy, both of them standing on her doorstep with food.
"Uh, technically I did get here like ten seconds before this guy." Tommy smiles as Laurel pays for her pizza.
"Keep the change." She nods as she lets Tommy in.
"So Tommy, what brings you by so late?" She questions with a playful smirk.
"You." He grins as she puts all the food down on her table before turning back to wrap her arms around Tommy's neck, pulling him into a kiss.
"I missed you." He murmurs as he pushes her to the coach, kissing her repeatedly.
"Missed you to Merlyn." She smiles back as she runs her fingers through his raven hair.
"And well I assumed rightly that you'd be at home working tonight and I also assumed that you might be hungry, hence the food!" He chuckles as she moves so that she's on top of him, taking his hand in hers.
"I was right about that to!" He grins as she kisses his cheek.
"Oh I don't know. On that table is a mushroom and olive pizza from Mario's." She beams playfully as Tommy groans.
"Ah that is damn good pie!" He sighs as she kisses him again.
"All right, what do you have to offer, other then this and I am actually quite satisfied with this." She smiles before letting him sit up.
"In that bag I have spicy tuna on crispy rice from Toro." He grins as she leaps up from the couch and Tommy at his words, moving to where she had discarded the food.
"Damn you Merlyn!" She smiles as she grabs the bag triumphantly, opening it as she feels him coming up behind her, grinning like the Cheshire Cat when he wraps his arms around her waist from behind.
"Actually there was something I wanted to ask you." He murmurs as he kisses the top of her head lightly.
"What was that?" She smiles, contemplating for a moment wherever or not she should just forget the food, save it for later and drag Tommy to her bedroom right now but sadly, she really is hungry!
"Will you go out with me, like on a proper date?" He asks, nervousness in his voice.
"You brought me dinner to ask me to dinner?"
"Well, I also did throw you a really big charity gala." He smirks, Laurel faces him, putting the food down once more to put her arms back around his neck.
"See I thought you threw it for the hundreds of people it would benefit."
"Yeah, hundreds of people, plus one more." He bites his lip.
"Tommy." Laurel laughs.
"Laurel. I get it. This is all happening for us in the wrong order. You know first we're friends for many years and then briefly we are friends with benefits, extremely excellent benefits! Now we're kinda going back to how that was, in fact it's better then before!" He grins as she kisses him and pulls him closer to her.
"Much better than before." She murmurs.
"And I was just hoping that we could begin our relationship with an actual proper date, where we are two people who are sitting at the same table in the same restaurant at the same time. See? When I say it like that I doesn't sound so scary hopefully." He smiles.
"No it doesn't, not at all." Laurel says in between kissing him.
"I would love to go on a date with you Tommy Merlyn."
The Foundry
The sound of Oliver hitting a dummy repeatedly with precision and expertise is all that can be heard in the foundry as Sara observes him from her chair and Slade waits patiently, well as patient as Slade Wilson can be! For Oliver to finish so they can spar off.
The wait isn't long.
"I would have continued with the dummy, but it doesn't fight back!" Oliver growls as he launches an attack at Slade, who narrowly misses.
"Now that's more like it!" He mutters as he launches an attack of his own only to be deflected by Oliver.
"You know Slade, it is possible that I shall beat you today." Oliver grunts.
"I'll believe that when I see it!"
"Can you pair like try not to injure each other?" Sara calls, noting that both Oliver and Slade look to be on top form today and from what she's seen when such a thing occurs it never ends without a few cuts and bruises here and their!
"I'll be gentle with him!" Slade assures her as she shakes her head.
"That was aimed at both of you!" She all but laughs as she hears them both growl and grunt.
"You're doing well today, kid." Slade comments as he defends and attack.
"Lot on my mind!" Oliver growls.
"We'll get whoever did this." Sara assures him kindly as Oliver hits the floor.
"Oh come on!" Oliver moans as Slade pulls him up.
"Your thoughts, whilst they may have fueled the rather excellent fighting you have demonstrated today are also what kept you from beating me. Careful, kid because you and I both know that if you think of things too deeply it causes sloppy mistakes to occur. We've both been there, all three of us have." Slade looks over and Sara as the three of them fall silent as a wave or memories hit them all at once causing both Oliver and Slade to continue sparring, even Sara considers joining them except Diggle enters the room, eying Slade and Oliver and shaking his head in disbelief.
"Oliver, your mom was nearly killed. I think you can take a day off from training or whatever you call that." Diggle calls, causing Oliver momentary distraction which allows Slade to knock him to the ground again.
"Thanks." Slade calls gruffly as he pulls Oliver back to his feet.
"His mother wasn't the target." Sara explains briefly to Diggle as he, Slade and Oliver join her at the computer.
"This man was." She indicates to the picture of the man who had been talking to Moira at the time of the shooting, they guy who unfortunately did lose his life.
"Paul Copani, he was trying to close a deal with her when they were shot at." Sara explains as Oliver sits in the chair beside her, looking exhausted from his latest session with Slade.
"Copani works for Bertinelli Construction and Frank Bertinelli." Oliver mutters.
"The mob boss?" Diggle questions.
"I did some digging. Copani isn't the first member of Bertinelli's crew who's been hit." Sara explains as Diggle raises an eyebrow.
"You did some digging?" He says in a skeptical tone.
"Bertinelli has a lot of enemies." Oliver states.
"The best way to figure out who's trying to target his organization is to get inside of it."
"So let me get this right guys. Oliver's mother is shot at, nearly killed, and the way he processes this emotionally is by the three of you going undercover with the mob?" He questions with his arms folded as Oliver sighs.
"I'm not trying to process it emotionally."
"We have a job to do and when we do we try to keep our emotions out of it." Slade grumbles from the corner in Oliver's defense, who gives him a kind look.
"Yeah well maybe that's your problem, man. You ever thought about just being there for your family?" Diggle ignores Slade's comment who snorts at Diggle's.
"I tried that today with Thea and whilst she may have been nice to us and all she told me that I wasn't being honest with her and she's right. I can't very well explain to her that I left her mother alone and bleeding in the pavement because I am fast enough to almost run down the attacker!" Oliver mutters, receiving reassuring nods from Sara and Slade.
"But what I can do is protect my family." He stands, Sara and Slade mirroring his action.
"And Diggle, when we find out who this guy is, he's a dead man."
Somewhere In Starling City
A motorcycle drives carefully into a garage, where it parks in the corner.
The driver waits until the garage door has closed to before dismounting the bike and heading over toward a board which holds several pictures.
A marker pen in hand, the driver draws a cross through the picture of Paul Copani.
It is then that Helena Bertinelli removes her helmet, a dangerous smile crossing her lips…
Queen Mansion
Thea moves down the stairs quickly, startled when someone calls her by her nickname.
"Speedy!" She looks up to see Oliver, Sara and Slade.
"Where are you going?" Oliver calls.
"Clubbing! Which is difficult to do in your house and not in an actual club!" She says, with sarcasm and a smirk.
"We have to go out tonight." Oliver moves towards her.
"What for house hunting?" She eyes Sara and Slade behind him.
"Thea." Oliver says warningly as she folds her arms.
"I thought you'd be watching mom." He adds.
"I've spent the whole day with her. I thought you three would take the night shift?" She growls in frustration, folding her arms.
"I'm sorry, but this thing, it's important."
Thea rolls her eyes at him.
"You know, sometimes Ollie, I just don't get you and by sometimes I mean never." She mutters resentfully.
"You're actually not the first person to say that to me today."
"Why am I not surprised?" She cuts in as Tommy suddenly walks in causing Slade to roll his eye and groan in annoyance ever so slightly at Tommy's arrival.
"Oh, nice dress! Where you headed?" He smiles kindly at Thea.
"Upstairs apparently." She flashes a glare at Oliver before storming off.
"Long story." Oliver mouths to Tommy.
"I still think she's too disrespectful." Slade mutters his opinion.
"You could say that again." Oliver murmurs.
"I blame your mother's parenting skills." He adds and Oliver can't find it in him to disagree as Slade does speak the probable truth!
"Hey, I heard about your mom, is she alright?" Tommy asks worriedly as Oliver moves back over to Sara and Slade.
"Well she's resting upstairs, more shaken up than anything." Oliver says in explanation.
"We've got to run to this business thing, but I do appreciate you stopping by." Oliver smiles kindly at Tommy.
"It's no problem, just as long as you're mom's alright." Tommy nods as Oliver moves past him followed by Sara and Slade.
"Hey, one more thing. Mainly because I have both of you here in the same room." He eyes Sara who moves closer towards them.
"Laurel and I are going to dinner as in a date and I'm kinda freaking out…"
"Grow a pair, you could use some." Slade mutters, as Tommy glares at him.
"Yeah, I'd like to see you ever get a date!" He snaps back both Oliver and Sara moving to stand between them, both Sara and Oliver mildly concerned about what would happen if Tommy and Slade ever actually got into an actual fight, which both Sara and Oliver agree without even conferring that could actually happen!
The results of that fight are something neither of them want to imagine!
"That's really good. I'm happy for you Tommy." Oliver places a hand on his friends arm.
"Just be your normal charming self and she'll love you!" Sara smile reassuringly.
"Charming?" Slade mutters under his breath, more like annoying waste of space! He thinks to himself as Oliver nudges him sharply.
"Laurel deserves someone special like you. Just be yourself and like Sara said, you'll be fine." Oliver smiles warmly.
"Thanks guys." Tommy replies with a smile.
"We've got to run to this thing." Oliver adds as they turn to the door.
"Absolutely, I'll catch you later?" He questions.
"Oh and uh Tommy, if you hurt my sister I'll snap your neck." Sara threatens with a smirk as Tommy actually for a moment looks worried and Slade smiles at her.
"Just kidding!" She calls as she takes Oliver's hand.
"I wasn't." Slade grumbles.
"No one was asking you!"
The Bertinelli's House
"You have got to be more civil with Tommy." Oliver says to Slade as the three of them walk up the driveway to the front door of the Bertinelli's home.
"If you mean by being civil not planning his death then fair enough, kid. I can live with that!" Slade replies grumpily.
"You know Tommy isn't actually that bad, he's really nice." Sara adds.
"He's annoying."
"Yes but he wasn't so different from me when we first met." Oliver reminds him.
"He's even more annoying then you were, kid and that truly is saying something!" Slade mutters before adding.
"And on the topic of annoying things how come I'm your business partner?" He questions as they reach the front door, Oliver shrugs.
"It's a good cover and if I ever had to go work for Queen Consolidated I'd want you as business partner." Oliver smiles kindly as he rings the doorbell.
The door is opened a couple of moments later by Frank Bertinelli himself.
"Mr. Bertinelli." Oliver says politely as he shakes his hand.
"Call me Frank." He smiles as he releases Oliver's hand.
"Call me Oliver and this is my girlfriend, Sara Lance and my best friend and business partner Slade Wilson." Oliver introduces them as Bertinelli shuts the door behind them.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet me at my home."
"My father used to say that living rooms make the best conference rooms." Oliver smiles.
"Oh, I'm going to steal that!" Bertinelli responds as he moves to introduce a man.
"Nick Salvatti, my associate." He nods as they shake hands.
"Let's have a drink." He suggests as the three of them follow Bertinelli…
Queen Mansion
"So what are you in the mood for?" Thea asks as she lies in bed beside her mother, whom is currently reading the paper.
"We could watch reality housewife cooking show or 'Cop Docs'. It's where doctors run around fighting crime when they're not all sleeping with each other!"
"Whatever you want sweetheart. You're the one who's given up your evening out." He mother smiles kindly at her.
"It's not like there's anybody else who could be staying with you! Oh wait, yes there is." Thea grumbles.
"Don't be too harsh on your brother..."
"Why not? Aren't you getting sick of his lies?" Thea sighs.
"Thea everyone has secrets. We all have things that we'd like to keep to ourselves."
"I just don't get him sometimes." Thea mutters.
"I know, I know. Honestly I think it's the company he keeps." She murmurs as she pulls her daughter into an embrace.
"Don't be too hard on Slade. He's not forcing Oliver to be like this." Thea says in defense as Moria looks at her quizzically.
"Thea that man is probably who's changed Oliver and for the worst I must say, I have noticed that they are frighteningly alike in some ways." She replies.
"I know you don't like him mom, hell I'm not his biggest fan and all but I think he just truly cares about Oliver, he loves him and sees him as family from what I noticed." Thea sighs.
"What's changed your tune?" Moria asks worriedly.
"That lunch with the Bowen's when he said Oliver and Sara were family to him, I don't know what it was but I could just tell he meant it and that he truly cares about Ollie. Yeah he's the biggest asshole in the world but I think there is more to him then what meets the eye because you were right, he and Oliver are alike in some ways, they both keep secrets. They both have these like walls up and they don't want to let anyone in." Thea says as Moira continues to look at her daughter quizzically.
If Thea is changing her opinion on Mr. Wilson then perhaps she should have another assassination attempt set up!
In the end she simply changes the subject.
"You know being in that hospital and seeing Doctor Lamb again made me remember the day that Oliver came home. I can still see them their together, Oliver was holding onto Sara and he was in front of them, Quentin and I were there and they didn't move, they just stayed by one another as if we didn't matter. They said nothing, at first I thought it might have been psychological but then it was Doctor Lamb that told us that they had spoken, yet only to one another and I couldn't believe that they wouldn't even address us, family."
"Mom I think they are their own family in a way." Thea says quietly.
"What they have is not a family but a seriously dis functional relationship." Moira mutters under her breath, yet Thea still hears.
"Mom!" She sighs.
"I'm sorry Thea, we're a family, me you and Oliver and possibly even Sara could be counted but that, that barbarian is certainly not and he never will be!" She grumbles.
"I told you, I'm not his biggest fan but there's something else about Slade. He's not even from Starling City, mom, he could have gone back to Australia or something but he didn't for Sara and Ollie. I think that it's possible I've been too harsh with him…"
"Thea! No you haven't. I do not want to hear you talking like that alright?" Moira growls.
"Attempt at parenting, mom?" Thea raises her eyebrow.
"I'm trying to protect you…"
"From what? Slade?" Thea retorts.
Both of them fall silent after that, Moira breaking that silence only moments later.
"The doctor told me that the Oliver we'd lost might not be the Oliver that they'd found. I think it's easy to forget he lived apart from civilization, except for Sara for five years, all he had was her and then he obviously came along and from his mannerisms I do think that Oliver is like the way he is now because of Slade Wilson and I want to accept the Oliver that he has become now but it's hard to, because it's not who he is even though I know we have to try as if we don't try nothing can change and right now change would be the best thing." Moira says to Thea who sighs.
"This mean your going to stop him from moving out? If he'd gotten a sweet place I was actually thinking of staying with him to see if I could get him to open up to me more." Thea reveals causing Moira to raise her eyebrow.
"But I sooner realized the flaw in that plan, knowing my brother, Sara and Slade it would be so much stricter than living here! I'd probably never have a social life ever again if I stayed with them three but maybe he'd be more inclined to spend more time with us if he did move out because then he'd have to make the effort to come and visit!" Thea smirks.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear some of that Thea." Moira warns her because when she had said change and that change would be the best thing right now. It did not involve her son moving out, nor her daughter! It involved Slade Wilson's head on a silver platter! Because without him in the way everything for Moria Queen will fall nicely into place!
The Bertinelli's House
"So Oliver, I'll be honest with you, I was surprised to hear from you." Frank Bertinelli says as he hands Oliver and Slade a drink before falling into his arm chair.
"It was my impression from the local news that you weren't going to be involved with your family's business, let alone have a business partner." He flashes a glance at Slade.
"Well apparently there were a few catch phrases that I missed while we were away for five years, one of them being lame stream media." Oliver says as he and Bertinelli laugh.
"The press never get anything right." He adds.
"Ah, I know a thing or two about that." He replies as his own business partner's phone starts to ring, causing him to disappear to take the call.
"So Oliver, I'll be blunt. I want the contact to build Queen Consolidated's new applied sciences division." Bertinelli states plainly.
"And we are inclined to give it you." Oliver smiles.
"Your mother wasn't quite so enthusiastic."
"Well there's a surprise!" Slade comments, voice heavily laced with sarcasm.
"Yes Mrs. Queen is not the easiest of women." Bertinelli laughs lights again at before turning back to Oliver.
"How is she, by the way?" He asks courteously.
"She's recuperating at home, thank you." Oliver smiles.
"What a terrible thing that happened." He shakes his head.
"And Frank, we were very sorry to hear about what happened to Paul Copani." Sara adds.
"Yeah, Paul was a good friend. He's was a good man." He says before sighing as if in disgust.
"The violence in this city, sometimes I wonder why I stay!" Bertinelli sips his drink.
"We had the same thought." Oliver murmurs, glancing at Sara and Slade a moment.
"So why'd you three come back? After that island you three could've settled anywhere in the world. I mean, you're not even from Starling City." Bertinelli looks over at Slade.
"Starling City is my home, mine and Sara's." Oliver replies for them both.
"And my home is with Oliver Queen and Sara Lance." Slade mutters.
Bertinelli looks as if he were going to respond yet doesn't as a pretty woman with long brown hair walks in, talking confidently in a foreign language.
"No matter which way you go or turn, you always end up at home." She says in English as Frank gets to his feet and puts an arm around the woman.
"This is my daughter, Helena." He introduces her as she shakes hands with Sara, Oliver and Slade with a wide smile.
"Nice to meet you all." She smiles at them before turning to her father.
"I'm heading out." She states.
"Just take one of the guys with you." Bertinelli says in a way that reminds, Oliver, Sara and Slade of Moira!
"I can take care of myself." She replies hastily.
"I wasn't asking, sweetie." He says in a tone that definitely reminds them of Moria Queen!
"Frank, that meeting you requested, he can do it now." Salvati re enters the room, having spent the whole time answering that call.
"We can come back another time." Oliver speaks up as there is a moment of silence.
"No, no, no, no, no. Just excuse us for a moment, would you?" Bertinelli says exiting the room with his daughter and business partner, leaving the three alone…
"Oliver Queen, the rich man's Lindsay Lohan, his girlfriend Sara Lance and the guy they brought back from an island." Helena Bertinelli states as she enters the main hall, followed closely by her father.
"Look, um, I've got to go to this other meeting." Bertinelli starts as she folds her arms.
"I need someone to take them to dinner."
"So you pimp out your daughter? You know he's got a girlfriend right? She's literally in the other room!" Helena protests.
"No. I asked her to help me close the business deal!" He snaps.
"A reminder that the family business is dying and that we need this contract and Oliver Queen can give it to us." Bertinelli explains to a sighing Helena.
"Please, sweet pea, huh? For us?" He requests.
"For me?" He adds.
She sighs in frustration.
"Oliver! I'm so sorry. Something has come up but Helena would love to take the three of you to dinner to discuss the deal further." Bertinelli calls to Oliver, Slade and Sara as they enter the room.
"Oh. I was hoping to speak with you." Oliver says in surprise.
"Well as the three of you speak for your family, my daughter also speaks for ours." Bertinelli smiles down at Helena.
"It would be my pleasure." She speaks up.
"I look forward to working together." Bertinelli shakes Oliver and Slade's hands before departing leaving Helena alone with Oliver, Sara and Slade.
She huffs momentarily before heading for the door.
This was definitely not on the agenda for this evening!
Elsewhere In Starling City, later...
As a car pulls up, China White confidently exits, making her way over to Frank Bertinelli and his associate.
"Thank you for coming." He greets her.
"Anything for a friend." She responds as her own associate begins speaking in rapid Chinese.
"We're not responsible for the attacks on your people." She translates.
"These attacks on my business, on my family's lifeblood, they stop now or I'm coming for you." He threatens her as she and her associate calmly walk away.
"What does the Triad have to gain by provoking you?" Salvati questions once the two men are alone once more.
"Well no one ever credited the Triad with rational thinking." Bertinelli mutters.
"If not them, then who? Whoever it is, when I find out who's behind this, there will be blood!"
SCPD
Agitatedly, Quentin switches off the feed connecting them to Frank Bertinelli, having heard the entirety of the conversation that he had just been having, having bugged him.
"Sounds like Bertinelli's ready to put the screws to everyone who pays him protection money." Hilton mutters as he leans against the desk.
"Yeah, well three of his best earners have been murdered. He's got to make up the cash somewhere." Quentin explains as he stands.
"Whoever is pruning the family tree is looking to make Bertinelli suffer." He adds as he looks at the evidence board.
"So you do think it's one of the other families?"
"No? Then who?" Quentin says as he turns around to face Hilton.
"Well, according to the coroner's reports. None of the vic's took a clean shot, half the bullets missed." He reveals as Hilton furrows his brows at him.
"Our killer is not a pro."
"That's not stopping him from pulling the trigger." Hilton intersects.
"That's up to us." Quentin says determinedly as he turns back to the evidence board.
"Or this is going to blow up into an all out mob war."
A Restaurant Somewhere In Starling City
"You're an angel, Helena, so beautiful." The owner of the restaurant says as he leads the four of them to a table.
"Well, we are going to take good care of the four of you tonight." He smiles at them all.
"You'll tell your father hello from us?" He turns back to Helena.
"Of course Mr. Russo." She nods as he leaves them be.
"I heard about your mother's accident. Is she going to be okay?" She asks Oliver politely.
"She's going to be fine, thanks." Oliver replies.
"I'm glad."
You're the only one! Slade thinks to himself.
"So why would you want to go into business with my father?" She questions.
"You know who he is and how he made his money." She adds, a hint of resentment in her voice, a tone that Slade knows all to well.
"You don't approve of your family's enterprises?" Slade questions.
"We share a name. That name defines us whether we want it to or not." She replies sharply.
"You three have already made judgements about me, just like I've already made judgments about the three of you." She look up at them.
"Yes, he's the rich man's Lindsay Lohan, she's his girlfriend and I'm the guy they brought back from the island." Slade quotes Helena perfectly from earlier, sarcasm in his voice.
Helena gasps in shock at the fact the three of them heard all that.
"Sorry." She says automatically.
"That's ok." Oliver smiles.
"I'd actually like to thank you for saying to your father that Oliver in fact has me." Sara adds, causing Helena to smile at Sara.
"Honestly, that's not the worst we've heard." Slade mutters.
Helena still looks down nervously and fiddles with a necklace around her neck.
"Hey, can I ask you guys something?"
"Yeah." Oliver nods.
"I know it must have been hell for the three of you on that island for five years but, um." She starts yet stops abruptly.
"What?" Slade questions.
"Well was there ever a day when the three of you were just happy to be away from everything?" She looks between each of them.
"No pressure from families, no need to be the people that everyone else expected you to be. Was there ever a day when…"
"When we didn't feel lost, but free?" Slade speaks up.
Helena looks up at them each in turn, they all wear the same expression.
"More then once." Slade adds gruffly, a memory of someone he held dear coming to mind.
"And those are the days that we miss." Oliver finishes honestly on behalf of the three of them as Sara slips her hand into his.
Because, honestly there were moments when they felt free on that island.
Moments that the three of them treasured and it wasn't just the three of them.
However, when something happened to someone they loved that was all gone and a distant memory, those moments forgotten forevermore…
Elsewhere In Starling City
"What is it too spicy for you Merlyn?" Laurel says with a smirk as Tommy buries his face in his napkin.
"No, no, not really." Tommy says, his voice muffled by the napkin.
"No. I'm just crying because I was thinking of a Hallmark commercial I saw earlier today featuring a sick kitty." He lies as he wipes his eyes again.
"It was very emotional." He adds as he and Laurel start to laugh.
"Will there be anything else?" A waiter asks.
"No, thank you." Tommy says politely as Laurel takes his hand on hers.
"Thanks for letting me take you to dinner." He smiles as she kisses his cheek.
"Well, thank you for letting me choose Indian." Laurel smiles back.
"Yeah, I read this article by a film critic once who said if he could have one wish it would be to watch his favourite movie again for the first time. I kinda wish that was us." He admits.
"So you want dinner and a movie? And maybe something else?" Laurel says with a flirtatious grin as she moves closer to Tommy.
"No. I wish we had just met and all this was just the beginning, and there wasn't so much of me I wish you'd forget." Tommy reveals.
"Well keep saying nice things like that and maybe next time I'll let you chose the restaurant!" Laurel says, stealing a kiss from him.
"Mr. Merlyn?"
"Yep?" Tommy turns to face the waiter.
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid your credit card has been declined." He explains.
"Did you swipe it a few times? You know sometimes those things can be a little glitchy."
"I did and um, I'm afraid the credit card company wants me to confiscate it." He says throwing in a quick 'sorry' as Tommy turns back to face Laurel. Both of them thinking the exact same thing.
What the hell was all that about?
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