Post 2x07 - so spoilers for that episode. This was a drabble idea that wouldn't leave me alone, so here you go.
It was beautiful out.
Somehow, the sun was always shining when he went to visit Tommy's grave. He wasn't sure if subconsciously he only ever went when the weather was good, or if there was some higher power at play.
He breathed in the scent of freshly mowed grass as he passed by rows of gravestones, the sound of traffic completely muted this deep into the cemetery, although he could hear the sound of the lawnmower somewhere in the distance. He crested the small hill on the way to Tommy's grave and pulled up short.
Someone was already there.
Sunlight glinted off of bright blonde hair, and the short pink skirt and printed blouse left no doubt in his mind as to who it was. Her back was to him, and he tilted his head in confusion.
Why was Felicity here?
He softened his footfalls as he drew nearer, not intending to frighten her, but not wanting to let her know he was there yet either.
"Anyway," she was saying, picking at something on her sleeve, "I just wanted to say, you know, it wasn't his fault. He, uh-" Felicity tucked a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. "He was doing it for me. So, yeah. This one's totally on me."
Oliver's eyes widened as he realized what she was talking about.
"I mean, give the guy a break. He's been doing really well, you should see him." She fell silent for a moment and then added softly, "If only you could see him, Tommy."
Oliver came closer, making sure she would hear his steps. Her shoulders tensed for a moment, then relaxed. She didn't turn around. He stepped right up next to her, taking her hand in his.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Hey."
"I didn't know you came to visit him."
Felicity look up at him, giving him a sad smile. "I haven't really. Not since the funeral. I didn't really know him very well…"
Oliver frowned in confusion. "Then why-?"
Felicity shrugged. "I figured after what happened, you'd be feeling pretty guilty… I thought it couldn't hurt to come down here and see if he'd be willing to cut you some slack."
Oliver smiled and shook his head. "You're amazing."
Felicity quirked an eyebrow. "Amazing, huh? I'll add that to the list of 'Things Oliver Queen Thinks About Me'. The only reason I stick around is for all the compliments."
Oliver huffed a short laugh and fell silent, looking at his friend's grave. They stood there together in the stillness of the early afternoon for a few minutes, before Felicity squeezed his hand.
"Hey," she said, drawing his attention. "For what it's worth? I think he'd get it. This time. I think he'd understand you had a reason."
Oliver considered her for a few seconds before smiling softly and nodding.
"Come on." Felicity began to pull him gently away. "Buy me lunch?"
Oliver followed her out of the graveyard, heart just a little bit lighter than it had been when he'd arrived.