They start taking walks at night after his nightly escapades. Oliver notices how she always keeps a space between them, far enough that he can hardly feel her.

They watch the same fat cat drag itself across the street and continue on in silence. It stares at him in contempt, and she notices.

Felicity laughs.

It's been so long since he's heard it, his smile in response is so wide, it covers the whole bottom half of his face.

Her tumble of words pour through the broken dam.

...

She is furious. Angry and burning, she wants to sprint out.

Laurel watches her tremble, the downpour of tears crawl out from beneath Felicity's eyelashes.

And she collapses in relief.

"He's alive! He's alive, alive..."

Laurel kneels beside her and envelopes her with all she has. She whispers, "Hey, he's okay. He's okay. "

Felicity melts into a spread of warmth.

...

Oliver isn't too sure how to react.