When Barry opened the door to Felicity's apartment, Oliver's smile vanished. What was he doing here? He looked past Barry to see the couch had a blanket on it and Oliver felt bile rise in his throat. Were they on a… date?

Oliver saw Barry looking at him with a huge grin on his face. How was this kid always so happy? Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Felicity emerge from her bedroom and stop in her tracks once she saw him.

Barry cleared his throat and said, "Hey, uh, Mr. Queen… I mean Oliver? No, Mr. Queen sounds better. How's it going?"

Oliver got his emotions under control and just like that his walls were back up. He took a step back and replied, "Good. Just wanted to check on Felicity. I see she's in good hands though, so I'll just go."

Oliver turned around and left before Barry could even reply. He couldn't do this. He couldn't stand there and pretend to be happy with Felicity's new relationship. He finally understand why she had easily given him up. She had Barry. She didn't need Oliver.

He made his way to the stairs. He knew he couldn't stand there and wait for the elevator. When he opened the door to the stairwell, he saw Felicity. She was only about ten feet from him, but it might as well have been ten miles. He felt so far from her and it broke his heart. She was coming towards him at a surprisingly fast rate and she looked livid.

Part of him wanted to just run away and forget he ever came here. It didn't matter that he had all the intentions in the world earlier to tell her he loved her, but now, with Barry, everything had changed. She didn't love him back. She wasn't hurting. Not like he was.

The other part of him, the stronger part, wanted to know what she was so mad about. It's not like he caused some kind of scene. He thought he was civil enough to Barry.

When she reached him, she stopped right in front of him and raised to the tips of her toes so she could be right in his face. She pointed a finger at him and said, "What are you doing here? You have absolutely no right to come to my apartment so late at night and just storm off. What's your problem?!"

She lowered herself after she finished talking and took a step back, almost as if he's the one who had said those words. He wasn't sure what happened, but it was like she hadn't meant to show she had cared. It reminded him of when they were in Russia and she had seen him with Isabel. He knew she was trying not to show how hurt she was, but she couldn't hide that from him. He knew her better than anyone.

He took a moment to gather what he was going to tell her. Should he be honest? Should he make up some stupid lie like he did when they first met? He knew she would see right through him if he lied, so he decided to go with a half-truth.

"I just came by to tell you I'm sorry for how tense things have been with us lately. This has been affecting us as a team, and that's not okay. The city comes first and we need to figure this out before the city suffers because of it." There, she had to believe that.

Oliver saw Felicity's eyes close for just a fraction of a second too long before she opened them again. He immediately saw what she had done. She had pushed down the disappointment at hearing his words. Why would she be disappointed? He had apologized, which is something he never did.

She took a deep breath before she nodded her head, turned around, and started to walk away. She had taken three steps before she turned around to look at him and said, "Well, Oliver, maybe you need to think about why this affects both of us so much and where it is I fit into your life. You keep pushing me away, but I know you. I know you didn't come here to just talk to me about the team. If that was true, Diggle would've been here too. This is about you and me, and until we figure this out, this is how things will stay. So, you can either tell me why you really came here, or I'll just go back to my apartment and spend my time with someone who I know cares about me."

Felicity steadied him with her gaze for just a moment longer before she turned back around and went to her apartment. Oliver was still in shock by what she had said. She didn't know where she fit into his life? She had to know how much he cared for her. He told her he loved her! Granted, it was in a life or death situation and Slade could see everything, but he had said it. And when he had said those words, they were only for her. He thought she knew that.

Oliver stared at the door to Felicity's apartment down the hall for a full five minutes after she had disappeared behind it. Should he go to her? Should he leave? The battle he was waging within was threatening to eat him up. If he did decide he wanted to talk to her, would she make Barry leave? Or, worse, would she tell Oliver to leave?

Screw it, he thought. He needed to do this. He had to tell Felicity how he felt. He walked back to her door and knocked loudly, letting her know it was him and he had made up his mind. She opened the door with Barry right behind her.

"Oliver." Felicity said, staring him down. He almost stepped back because of how intense her gaze was, but he didn't.

"Felicity, I was wondering if I could have a moment." Oliver replied, sweeping his hand out to show her he wanted her to come into the hallway. No way was he doing this with Barry right there.

"Actually, Barry was just leaving, so you can come in here and wait while I walk him out." Felicity replied, walking right past him with Barry following closely behind. Barry stopped next to Oliver and smiled at him.

"She's all yours, man." Barry said, and Oliver knew he meant in more ways than one. The relief that flowed through him was almost too much to handle. In those four words, Oliver got the answers to the questions he had been asking himself since Barry showed up in their lives.

There was nothing going on between them.

Barry patted Oliver on the arm and followed Felicity down the hall to the elevator. Oliver watched as they said goodbye and Barry got on the elevator and Felicity made her way back to her apartment. She walked right past Oliver without a word. Oliver allowed himself a smile before he turned around. He knew she would be mad if he was smiling while she was so mad, so he made sure he had an indifferent look on his face when he closed the door behind him.

He turned around to see her on the couch, legs tucked underneath her. He sat at the opposite end of the couch and prepared himself for the talk they were about to have. He knew it was probably going to be hard, but this needed to happen.

He was going to tell her everything.