It had been close to a week since Felicity made it clear that she wasn't pleased with the way Oliver had been acting when she was with Barry. Sometimes he wanted to call or text her to say that he was sorry but he kept telling himself that she needed some space. Even if she was probably using that space to be with… Barry.

He had finally decided that he would try to go to HQ and thankfully it was only Diggle who was there. "So, have you talked with Felicity at all?" Diggle asked, surprisingly eager to hear what Oliver was going to say.

Oliver responded as he began to fiddle with a couple of his arrows, "I have spoken to her, yes."

"How did it go?" Oliver could tell he had peaked Diggle's interest.

"Well it was last week. I decided to give her some space. She was not happy with what I said."

"C'mon man. What did you say that screwed this all up?"

"She asked how I liked her and Barry. She said she wanted the truth."

"Now you just look like a jealous ass. Go and talk to her. You know how you feel. I know how you feel. But do you know what the problem is with that, Oliver?"

"No. What is the problem with that, Diggle?"

"The problem is that I'm not Felicity." Diggle's response got a little chuckle out of Oliver, "I already told you, Diggle. I can't be with her beca—"

"I know," Diggle rolled his eyes, "you can't be with her because you could care about her too much and when you "lose" her, it will hurt too much."

"Yes."

Before Oliver could say anything else Diggle started to reply. "But tell me one thing. If you lost Felicity right now, would it hurt that much less?"

Oliver nodded. "Yes. I think so."

"See, I don't believe you. I think that you are just telling yourself that. But the thing I don't understand is why you do that. It is to the benefit of no one. Not you, not Felicity, not anyone. Even I have to deal with all this damn sexual tension in the office. I just don't get it.

"Well you don't have to "get it". You just have to accept it."

"Okay. I'll stop trying. But you'll lose her to Barry. You'll lose her to other guys. You'll just lose her. And you will never stop caring for her."

"Alright, I came down here to escape ridicule, and here I am, once again, at the receiving end of more. I will catch you later Diggle, I have to go to the office." Oliver climbed the stairs and left.

Luckily, Felicity was not at the office. Oliver couldn't help but to think that she was off with Barry somewhere. No. I shouldn't care about this. But he did, and Diggle was right, Oliver just didn't want to admit it. But he finally made the decision to call Felicity. There was no answer just like he expected. So he left a message, "Hey Felicity, it's me, Oliver. I was wondering if you could meet me at the office. I have something I need to talk to you about."

Within twenty minutes, Felicity was standing at his door looking a little anxious. He beckoned her towards his desk. He was about speak when Felicity spat out everything. "If you called me here to fire me I am not sorry for what I said but I really really don't want to be fired just put me back down in the IT department where I belong I don't need to be part of your super team I am fine just being the IT girl I really am and I really am not sorry for what I said last week but please—"

"Whoa, Felicity. I didn't call you here to fire you."

Felicity looked both relieved and confused. "Oh."

"Yeah. I called you because I wanted to say I was sorry."

"Oh, okay." Felicity sat down, "But I hope you know that I'm not sorry."

"Yes, I think you said a couple times."

She smiled a little embarrassed smile. "Oh. Right."

"Well, that's all. I wanted to give you some space but I thought that I aught to check in and see how you were."

"I'm fine. Thanks."

"And for the record, Diggle thought I was a jealous ass."

Felicity giggled. "Well you were an ass."

"So what have you been up to this past week?"

"Oliver. We don't need to do this right now."

"Well I was just wondering if you were hanging out with Barry or if he—"

Felicity's smile quickly turned into a frown. "Really Oliver?! I thought you were sorry for what you said! You know what. I think I need a little more space this time." Just like that, Felicity had stood up, flattened out her kitten skirt, and walked straight out of the office.

Oliver put his hands on his forehead for a moment and then his right fist came down like a hammer. "DAMN IT!"