Diggle sat watching Oliver run through his exercise routine with a vengeance. Lately, his Hooded friend had been in a funk that only someone especially close to him could pin point.

Lucky for John Diggle, he was the person closest to Oliver with the exception of Felicity.

Ahh, Digg thought. Felicity.

Ever since the moment Oliver had awoken and seen Barry Allan in the lair, things had been different for Oliver and Felicity. Sure, they'd "made" up after Oliver killed Gold, but something had been off between the two of them.

They weren't as talkative nor did they touch as much as they had. Digg had always noticed the subtle ways Oliver would lean into Felicity or run his hand down her arm. He honestly doubted that Oliver himself even realized that he did those things. He'd tried to get Oliver to open up to the idea of a relationship with a woman, but that had been shot down. Digg was beginning to think that Oliver only had eyes for one woman, but he wanted to protect her so he kept her at arms' length.

Then, just a week ago, last Sunday to be exact, something changed. It was like Oliver was being chased by some sort of demon or ghost that no one else could see. They were able to figure out who was behind the mirakuru drug. It was Slade Wilson. Oliver had avoided both Digg and Felicity for days after they made the discovery, and Felicity had had enough. She cornered him in the lair.

"What is wrong with you, Oliver?" Felicity demanded as he stormed down the stairs from the club. Digg and Felicity had been waiting in the lair for nearly an hour for him to show up.

"Go away, Felicity," Oliver growled as passed by her. "I told you, both of you, that I didn't need any help tonight."

"Well, guess what, buster. You've got whether you want it or not," Felicity said as she stormed after him. Oliver drew up short and she slammed into his chest as he turned around sharply. His hands grabbed her upper arms to steady her and his eyes burned into hers. Digg stood quietly behind Felicity so he was unable to see her facial expression, but he could pretty much guess that she was shooting daggers at the billionaire.

"Felicity," Oliver said quietly. "You need to leave. NOW!"

"NO!" Felicity replied before she tried to remove herself from his grasp. Oliver, however, wasn't letting go. Digg was just about to intervene because he knew that if this kept up, then Felicity would have bruises on her arms and Oliver would never forgive himself. But, at the moment he went to make a move, Oliver and Felicity both stopped moving.

Digg paused as he watched transfixed.

Oliver leaned his head down so that his forehead was pressed against Felicity's forehead. Felicity sagged against him and his arms wrapped around her shoulders while hers came to rest against his waist.

"I need to find Slade, Felicity," Oliver whispered. "I can't take any chances that he'll come after you. He wants revenge and he's going to make it personal."

"But I want to help you," Felicity replied. Oliver's hands moved to cup her head.

"You can help me by staying safe," Oliver said as he drew back slightly to make eye contact with her. "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

"Oliver," Felicity said with a strangled sob rising in her throat.

"Go," Oliver whispered before he placed a lingering kiss to her forehead and slowly turned her around to face Digg. "Take care of her."

"I will," Digg promised as he pulled Felicity to him while Oliver walked away.

Ever since that night, Felicity had stayed away like Oliver asked. Digg checked on her several times a day and he always reported to Oliver how she was doing.

"Digg?"

"Yeah?"

"How is she today?"

"She's okay, Oliver. She misses you."

"I miss her too," Oliver sighed.