Second part, took some time but it's finally here.

"Talking is always positive. That's why I talk too much." - Louis, C. K.

Talkative

Sometimes he wonders if she ever runs out of breath. With the amount of talking and scolding she does whenever he and Roy are injured again. Most of the time he lets her talk. Some cope by drinking, others by hunting down criminals. The same way Felicity copes by talking.

"Oliver? Are you even listening to what I'm telling you?!" She scolds when she sees that he's just staring at her.

He blinks his eyes. "Sorry, what?" He questions.

"I was telling you that your impatience tonight could have cost you your life! If you had just waited 10 minutes till John was there... But nooo the almighty Arrow does not wait." She starts before Roy interupts.

"He wasn't exactly alone, Felicity, I was there and there were just 8 men to take down." Roy says.

Felicity turns to Roy and looks at him sharply. "8 men? Didn't you mean 16 or was it just me that counted wrong?!" She snaps.

"Look Felicity, I'm sorry. We made a mistake and I'm truly sorry that you had to sit here and hope that we wouldn't be shot." He finally says.

"Glad you understand, now don't ever do it again. Understood?" She questions.

"Yes, sir, yes!" Roy says while saluting.

"I promise I will listen to you next time and wait for Digg." Oliver says.

"Pinky promise?" Felicity jokes while holding up her pink.

He smiles. "Pinky promise."

She smiles back and they stare at eachother.

Roy slightly clears his throat. "Eruhm... So Felicity how is that new project you're working on coming along?" Roy asks.

"O it's going great. With all this new software I'm able to access this high level data and..."

Oliver tunes out on the rest of her wild explaination. He looks at her and sees a women that waves her hand around to explain how big something is and smiles when she talks about the things she can do to help others.

Felicity may be talkative, but thats the way she copes. And Oliver copes by listening to her.

Oliver used to talk a lot. Before the island he used his charm to talk himself out of anything. When he returned from the island he hated the fact that everyone talked so much. Oliver was used to the quietness of the island, he wasn't used to the noise of the city anymore.

Felicity talks a lot, always has. Everything she thinks, she says, out-loud. She blames her mother who also talks a lot. Oliver likes Felicity's voice, actually he loves it.

Oliver's eyes shot open. He is panting and sweating from a nightmare. He grabs his phone and looks at the time, 3 am. He sighs and rubs his face with his hands.

He grabs his phone again and scrolls through his contacts, his finger hovers over one name, Felicity Smoak. He sighs again and presses the call button.

" mmhh.. Who's this?" Mutters Felicity.

"Euh... Hey it's me Oliver." Oliver says, feeling guilty for waking her up.

"Hey, what's wrong? Another nightmare?" She questions now a bit more awake.

"Yeah, I... Uh.. I just needed to hear your voice." Oliver says softly.

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"Have I ever told you about the first time I hacked a computer?" Felicity starts.

"No I don't think so." Oliver answers smiling softly.

"Well, there was this kid, a fat bully you know and he wanted me to do his homework because he was probably to lazy or just not smart enough, now that I think of it he was blonde. Not that that means anything..." Felicity rambles on.

Later that night they were both snoring lightly with the phone still in their hands.

For Oliver one of the words to describe Felicity is talkative. And he loves her for it.