Oliver looked at Felicity after everyone had left the bunker after another hard night, all of the nights were hard recently with everything that was going on. Especially now with the city trying to impeach him things were getting more and more complicated. Especially between him and Felicity, ever since he had killed Billy things were extremely tense between them.

He understood why he didn't even blame her he just wished that there was something that he could do to help her. She didn't blame him for what happened, she knew that he didn't do it on purpose and that everything was an accident but that doesn't make anything any easier. Oliver walks up to Felicity at her station, she seems to be absentmindedly working on something and Oliver almost doesn't even want to bother her. However, he feels like he has no other choice and that he needs to talk to her, maybe it's selfish of him but she can't continue to go on the way that she is any longer.

Before he could even get a word out Felicity noticed him and stopped him in his tracks, "Oliver Queen I swear if you are coming over here to ask me how my searches are going for the third time today I might just murder you where you stand."

Oliver laughed and shook his head, he should have expected that. He had been very overbearing recently and he is actually surprised that she had used her loud voice sooner. He didn't know how to go about talking to her, how does one broach the subject of Oliver murdering his ex-fiancee's new boyfriend?

"I'm not here to ask you about your searches, even though I really want to." Oliver chuckles and leans back on her desk stuffing his hands in his pockets looking down at his feet. He could tell that there was something different about her the past few weeks, he wouldn't have thought anything of it if he thought that it was normal grieving but something just seemed different with her this time around.

"How have you been?" Oliver asks finally looking up at Felicity to see her fingers stop hitting the keys like they always seemed to be doing. Oliver looked up at her and saw that she was staring at the computer screens and not doing anything, she looked down at her hands and he got nervous. Maybe this was a terrible idea, she was probably going to use her loud voice now or shut down but wither way he wasn't sure if he wanted to see it. He didn't move though, he needed to know how she was doing, true, maybe he was the last person that she would want to talk to about all of this but he needed to hear her at least acknowledge that she wasn't okay.

"You could talk about it you know? I mean maybe I am the last one that you want to talk to about this but I just want you to know that I am here if you want someone to listen." Oliver offered knowing that Billy meant something to her, he knew that she really cared for him.

"What do you want me to say, Oliver? Do you want me to confide in you and tell you that even though I know it's not your fault I still blame you for what happened? That every time I look at you, I think about how much he probably suffered, how terrified he must have been?! What do you want me to say? I am holding it together the best that I can and right now that looks like fake smiles and fake laughs and just going through the motions. No offense Oliver, but I don't really want to talk about this right now and it's not really any of your business." Felicity said never looking away from his eyes hoping that he saw the pain that was there and would leave her alone.

Oliver stood there not sure what to do or what to say, this wasn't his Felicity. This wasn't the Felicity that he fell in love with, he understood that grief did things to you but he naively thought that she wouldn't ever become this harsh with him. It was something that he didn't prepare for but he should have.

The way she acted after it all had happened made him think that maybe she wasn't angry with him but he should have known better. Just because he didn't know what was going on until after the act was done and over with doesn't mean that he didn't kill Billy. He did the actual act of killing him and that was always going to haunt him, for the rest of his life. However, what hurt the most was the venom in her voice and her telling him that this was none of his business. It wasn't any of his business but it still hurt to hear her say that to him after all of these years, they used to tell each other everything and now suddenly there are these walls of hers that he has to break down.

"I'm sorry. I just...I could tell that you were...I don't know holding back something I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay." Oliver says sheepishly not knowing really what to say or how to respond, he wasn't very privy to this side of Felicity. Even when Laurel died she wasn't this angry at the world and if she was she never outwardly showed it to any of them. This was a whole new monster and he had absolutely no idea how to go about dealing with this.

Oliver pushed off of the table and made his way to start walking out until Felicity stopped him. "Oliver wait...I...I'm sorry that wasn't fair of me to yell at you. I don't blame you for what happened, you couldn't have known and I know that. But whenever I look at you that's all I can see and I know that's not your fault and that one day I will be able to look at you without seeing that but for now, I can't. I know that's not fair and I wish that I can change that, but that's why I have seemed different because I am trying my hardest to try and separate the things that have happened."

Oliver watched her and nodded, happy that she felt comfortable enough to share all of that with him, he still didn't know where this out them though.

"I'm sorry. I know that's the last thing that you need to hear but I am really sorry about everything that you have had to go through because of me and because I am in your life." Oliver says sorrowful wishing that he could take away her pain and suffering.

Felicity moved to say something but nothing came out, she knew that nothing that either of them would make either of them feel any better so she made the decision that maybe saying nothing for once was better. Felicity took a deep breath suddenly feeling exhausted from her and Oliver conversation, she needed to get out and go back to the loft and have a glass of wine and watch mindless TV while she unwinds.

Felicity starts to gather her things and shut everything down knowing that there was nothing more that she could do tonight, for the searches or for Oliver. She put on her jacket and sighed again finally looking back to Oliver.

"It's getting late and I should be heading out, there's not much more that I can do until everything runs its course. I'll see you tomorrow?" Felicity asks looking at him not sure what else to do or say, there was still a tiny part of her that wanted to run into Oliver's arms and have him hold her until everything was better again.

She shook her head to get those thoughts out of her mind, she couldn't be thinking like that right now. She and Oliver aren't together, they had their chance and it didn't work out no matter how much she wanted it to. She couldn't continue thinking stuff like that about Oliver it was just causing her more heartache than she needed.

"Yeah head home and get some sleep," Oliver said heading towards the part of the bunker where she knew that he was sleeping. She felt bad that he didn't have a place of his own but then remembered that she couldn't think about him in any other way than a friend because if she did she would go down a rabbit hole that she wouldn't be able to escape from.

"Goodnight Oliver."

"Goodnight Felicity."

Felicity gave him a small smile before making her way to the elevator and stepped in it, she turned around and saw Oliver sulk further int the bunker and her heart broke. No matter how angry and frustrated she was with him there would always be a part of her that cared for him in a way that she wished she didn't. She sighed and shook the thought from her head once again and made her way home hoping that maybe tonight she wouldn't have nightmares of Oliver killing Billy like she did every other night.