"Laurel, I can't," Oliver whispered hoarsely, looking at her with narrowed eyes. They stood in the hallway that led to her apartment and Laurel glanced sideways as another one of her dad's cops passed them. Bodies lay strewn in her apartment, visible through the kicked open door.

"You can't what?" Laurel argued, her heart finally slowing down as the adrenaline left her system. They had been attacked by one of the people she had helped to put in jail and the Hood's partner had intervened in the last moment, using that strange, red power of his to take the men down. The Devil, people had taken to calling him, and it wasn't far off the mark. The Hood and Devil.

No one had seen the likes of them before and Laurel knew there wasn't anything in the world that would make her understand what kind of man the so called Devil was. Everyone knew the two men worked together and well at that, getting the elite of Starling City to confess to crimes.

"I can't be with you," Oliver murmured, shrugging a little.

Quentin passed them in the hallway, glancing at Laurel and raising an eyebrow. Laurel rolled her eyes and shooed her father away, not wanting him around while she talked with Oliver. He disliked the guy on principle since he had come back without Sara.

"But… I want to be with you."

"I'm with someone," Oliver said quietly, tugging her around the corner and to an alcove at the end of the hall.

Laurel blinked. "You're with someone? Okay, so I'll just wait. You haven't stayed with anyone for long."

Oliver stared at her and crossed his arms. "I've been seeing someone for the last five years, Laurel. It's not going to get old."

Her eyes widened as she studied him, crossing her own arms. "It's that guy you came back from the island with, isn't it? Who is he to you?"

"He's my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend? I thought you were straight."

Oliver's cheeks reddened a little as he shook his head. "I'm not straight. I'm bisexual and yes, Harry's the guy I'm with."

"You were with him on the island? You weren't… alone?"

"He was already there, okay? Laurel, the point is I'm off the market," Oliver said, his voice lowering even more. "I'm sorry."

"I thought you loved me."

"I did. Before the island. People change."

"Are you sure? He might be the Hood," Laurel suggested, gesturing to the bodies of the men on the floor. "You don't know him."

"And you do? I know him," Oliver retorted, glaring at her now. "He's the man who kept me alive on the island."

"Yeah, well, did he have any archery skills?"

Oliver dropped his arms to his sides and stared at her. "Laurel, I'm done here. You have Tommy. Aren't you happy with him?"

"He changed after his dad almost died and now he's working at Merlyn Global. He said… some things," Laurel explained.

"Merlyn Global? Why would Tommy work for his father? He's always been-"

"I think Tommy thinks that we got back together."

"Ah. And he's hurting." Oliver sighed and glanced out the window behind them before turning back to Laurel. The night sky seemed to curl around the apartment building, only being lit by the city lights down below and the barely visible stars above.

"Are you sure you know Harry? He could be…"

"I know him. He's a good man, Laurel. He's not the Hood guy."

Laurel stared at Oliver before nodding. She made a mental note to look into the guy privately anyway. "Alright. If you're sure."

"I've been with Harry for the past few years. I know him," Oliver argued, raising his voice a little. "Let me know if there's anything else I can do to help with your case."