Strong arms encircled the pair of crying girls, and a Siren felt a soft kiss pressed to the top of her head. Large fingers threaded through her hair and combed in a soothing, familiar motion. She cried harder than before, two people she never thought she'd ever come close to seeing again where right there holding her tightly in their arms.
"Ollie." She choked out, blindly reaching as they slowly pulled apart from each other. His fingers released their hold in her hair and trailed down her arm to take her hand in his, tightly squeezing and kissing the back of her hand reassuringly before tucking her tightly into his side. His arm draped protectively around her shoulders. Her fingers grasped at the fabric of his jacket, finding purchase and tightly holding on.
"C'mon." he urged quietly, and the trio stumbled up the front steps, Thea grabbing the door to let them all inside. "Oh my." A third familiar voice startled her a little bit, "Laurel." She looked up, vision still blurry, into the face of Moira Queen. "Moira." Her bottom lip trembled upon seeing the woman who was supposed to become her mother-in-law. This was all just so much to deal with already, and her emotions were still running on overdrive from just a few moments ago that tears continued, and she welcomed the tight hug the older woman initiated.
"It's late." She said, pulling back and brushing Siren's hair out of her face. Looking between all three of them. "We can talk about what's going on tomorrow, but I think we all need to get some rest." Her wise eyes looked pointedly at her. Thea looked like she was going to protest for a moment before deflating as she acknowledged how truly tired, she was. "That's a good idea mom."
Goodnights were shared, and they tiredly trudged up the stairs. Thea hugged her tightly one more time before she left the two of them in the hallway, darting into her room for some much-needed sleep. Still holding tightly to Oliver's jacket she dazedly followed him, his hand gently pressing into the small of her back to guide her.
He helped her shed the leather jacket of her costume before taking off his shirt and offering it to her. The gesture was familiar, and she guessed that her doppelganger liked to steal Oliver's t-shirts to wear to bed too. She shed the last layers of her costume, before slipping into the t-shirt. Easily she slid into the bed, Oliver pulling her close and tugging the warm blankets around them. Snuggling into his side she began to drift.
Before the blackness of sleep overtook her, she caught sight of her name on his chest, near where her fingers had touched him earlier as the Green Arrow. It was black.