Moira Queen woke up to noises, noises that sounded specifically like they were news reporters. It had been a long day, with the Christmas party and then having to learn that her son had gotten hospitalized for a motorcycle accident had made her exhausted. Having to deal with the various reporters outside of the hospital and having to deal with the numerous wealthy folks who had come to their party was tiring.
She yawned and got out of bed, looking out the window as she did to the night sky beyond the Queen mansion and the bright moon. Walter was sleeping at a hotel and she missed him, her heart aching at the thought that he might not like her anymore. Moira wrapped a robe around herself and walked out of her room, padding down the hallway and sparing a glance to Thea's room.
Her daughter's door was closed but she could hear her snoring a little and moved on, seeing one of their security guards patrolling out on the balcony. The room that she had let Harry have was right next to Oliver's, one of their bigger guest rooms. If what she had garnered from both men was right, she owed Harry her son's life. Neither Oliver nor Harry had spoken a great deal of what had transpired on the island but she knew it had been an experience that would forever stay in their minds.
She turned at the end of the hallway, stopping at Oliver's room and briefly wondering if he was at home or if he had gone out with Tommy. Ever since Harry had helped Oliver wake up from that nightmare he had had a month or two ago, they had stuck close to each other and there was no indication of Harry moving out. And she had seen Harry cooking and having breakfast with Thea a few mornings before her daughter had gone to school too.
She wrapped her robe around herself a little tighter and ventured down the stairs to the living room, hearing the television and realizing that that was what had woken her up. None of their guards would watch television on the job and Thea hadn't stayed up this late ever since Oliver had come home.
The couch was in front of her as she stood in the doorway of the room, the television across from her. The reporters on the television were talking about the archer copycat that had taken people hostage earlier in the evening, the one that people had taken to calling the Dark Archer. Moira continued to watch as the footage of the building that the Dark Archer had used as his lair rolled across the screen, with the SWAT team, police and the local FBI team surrounding the building.
Moira wondered what Quentin thought of the copycat archer when she knew he didn't like the Hood and his partner. They were vigilantes, working outside of the law and the justice system, and Quentin and the whole of the Starling City police department were on the lookout for the two. Now there was another archer about the city, one in a dark suit and with no hesitation about killing.
The Hood and his partner killed but not like the copycat.
A soft noise drew her attention to the couch and she tiptoed over to look down at the couch, her eyes widening at the sight that met her. The couch cushions were wider than she remembered, cradling Oliver and Harry as they slept. Harry was on the inside of the couch, his arms around Oliver and their legs entwined. Oliver was burrowed into Harry like a snake trying to get more sun.
Both men were in sweats and hoodies, socks on their feet, no skin visible. Moira could see a hint of scarring on Harry's right hand but that was it for bare skin below their heads. There was no space between the two and a blanket had fallen off the couch and landed on the floor beside the couch.
Moira stared down at the two of them, at her son and the man who had come with him like a package deal. The way they were sleeping together… She had seen the way they moved together and behaved around her and Thea. This was an entirely different kind of closeness. This was… closeness at a deeper level than Oliver had ever been with a girl. Of course, he had been with a few boys throughout the years, always kept out of the news by Moira. But this was something special and Moira wasn't about to wake either of them up.
She walked back to the door, making sure to keep quiet and avoid the squeaky stair as she walked back up to her room and bed.