Thea pushed herself up onto one elbow and blinked blearily against the faint light streaming in through her bedroom door, casting the figure perched on the edge of the bed into shadows.

"Roy?" she whispered hoarsely, narrowing her eyes to try to see him better. His shoulders were hunched, his head in his hands, his body trembling. Thea kicked the covers off and slid off the bed, walking around it and kneeling down in front of him in her shorts and tank top. His chest was bare aside from the tape Dig had applied to his broken ribs and his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. "Roy." She repeated, putting her hands on his knees. It wasn't until he didn't look up and he continued to shake that she realized he was crying. "Are you hurt? Do you want me to get Felicity?" she asked helplessly. He shook his head and looked up from his hands, dropping them on top of hers. Tears had left symmetrical streaks down his cheeks, over top the bruises and cuts he had obtained during their last mission that had almost gotten all of them killed.

He closed his eyes at the worried look on his wife's face, biting his bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Thea nearly cried herself as the man in front of her was reduced to a trembling child rather than the emblem of strength he always was for her. She had only ever seen him cry one other time before. And that was on TV. When Joseph Falk had kidnapped him. When she had called him a waste. When he had believed it. When he had accepted death because he honestly believed no one would miss him.

Thea's breath caught in her throat and she pushed the memory out of her mind, focusing her attention on him as tears slipped from his tightly shut eyes. She pushed herself off of the floor and stood so that his head was almost level with her waist as he broke down again. Threading her fingers through the pale brown hair at the back of his head, she pulled his head against her abdomen and bent her head to kiss his hair. Roy's hands wrapped around her as he cried into the thin fabric of her red tank top, shoulders heaving and gasping for breath.

The smaller brunette rubbed her thumb along the base of his hairline, exhaling into his hair and hushing him softly. The shaking slowly stopped and Thea carefully sat down on the bed beside him, moving her arms to wrap around his shoulders while he left his face hidden in her chest. He had no desire to address the shame that came with having a mental breakdown in front of your wife. And she didn't ask him too. Thea leaned back slowly, keeping her arms around him and holding him to her – gently for fear of hurting his already damaged body. His tears dried on his face as he drifted off in her arms. He had woken up by nightmares, not by choice, his body was still exhausted from everything the team had been through that day, him in particular. Thea traced unidentifiable patterns on his arm and whispered random promises to him until he was asleep. She didn't close her eyes again. She lied there, awake, studying her husbands saddened face while he slept.

It was another hour before he moved a muscle. His hand suddenly grabbed a fistful of Thea's shirt and his body tensed. Thea stared at him in confusion for moment before she heard his whimpered protestations.

"Roy." She whispered, squeezing his arm lightly. "Wake up." She murmured softly, shaking his arm. His blue green eyes snapped open and his breathing grew labored. He ignored the wince threatening to make an appearance as his panicked breathing caused his ribs to expand and contract at a relatively painful pace. "Roy?" She whispered for the thousandth time that night.

"I need some fresh air." He whispered brokenly as he got out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" She asked in alarm.

"Out." He answered shortly. He sighed as she recoiled from his tone. "Thea." He moved closer to her side of the bed and stared at her until she met his eyes. "I just..." He inhaled slowly. "I just need to take a deep breath. I keep dreaming." he winced. "I don't want to hurt you." He added. "I'll come home soon. I swear." He promised fervently. She nodded.

"Be careful." She sighed as he turned to leave, grabbing his red hoodie he still had never gotten rid of even with the unearthly amount of clothing the Queens had provided him with.

Thea slid out from under the covers and padded across the hardwood floor of their bedroom, grabbing another one of his sweatshirts off the desk chair, pulling it on and zipping it up over her tank top and short shorts.

She wasn't surprised to see Ollie awake and downstairs. She was however surprised to see him sitting up at the bar, downing a glass of what she assumed was vodka in a glass that was far too big for what he was drinking.

"Ollie." She called, walking up behind him. She reached around and pried the cup out of his hand, setting it on the counter as far away as her arm could reach.

"Speedy." He greeted.

"What are you doing?" She asked incredulously, leaning around him and bracing an arm on the counter top.

"Unsuccessfully getting myself drunk." He answered with an irritated sigh.

"I see that. Why?" She asked again.

"Why are you awake?" He asked instead. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Roy woke up a little bit ago, said he needed some air and left." She muttered.

"Let him be for a little bit, Speedy. He nearly lost you and his life in the same day." Oliver half smiled at his little sister. She nodded and pulled Roy's sweatshirt more tightly around herself.

"Felicity still asleep?" She asked, sitting down on one of the barstools.

"No." He answered. "She's putting Connor down. Again." The girl's brother sighed. Thea nodded, leaned her head against Oliver's shoulder and sighed shakily.

"I was worried about you." She murmured. He tilted his head on top of hers and nodded, thoroughly messing up her hair.

"I'm sorry we put you in danger." He sighed guiltily. She elbowed him in the stomach and sat up straight.

"Just shut up Ollie." Thea sighed, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. His eyes closed and he sighed. "All's well that ends well." She told him, crossing her arms. He followed her line of sight as something caught her eye and distracted her from whatever she was going to say next.

"I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?" Felicity asked awkwardly. Connor's head was limp against her clavicle and her hand was braced on the boy's back as he cried softly into his mom's throat.

"No," Thea answered with a small smile as her brother jumped off the stool and walked in a perfectly straight line to his wife and son. "Of course not, Felicity." She added softly. "I'm just going to, you know, go pine for Roy." She joked sadly as she scooted around her brother, sister and nephew.

Oliver took Connor in his arms and cradled him against his chest, one arm wrapped around the back of his Green Arrow pajama clad legs and the other holding his head against his shoulder.

"What's wrong, buddy?" he asked the three year old quietly.

"You hurt." He answered, sniffling and wrapping his arms around his dad's neck.

"What?" Oliver asked, heart stopping momentarily, looking wide eyed at Felicity who turned away and moved to stand behind the bar.

"The bad guy beated you." He mumbled sleepily. Oliver's face darkened.

"I want you to listen to me Connor." Oliver said slowly, tilting his head so that he was almost eyelevel with his son. "I'm not going anywhere buddy. I will always come home to you and your mom. Every night. I'm not going to die." He whispered.

"Pwomise?" he murmured. Oliver winced and leaned his forehead against the top of his son's head.

"I love you so much, buddy." He said instead.

"I love you too daddy." Connor mumbled back, his eyes fluttering closed. Felicity's hand covered her mouth and she leant back against the wall.

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