Chapter 3: The Return

"First Sara, then Ray, then John's brother. Whose shocking return can we look forward to next?" Felicity queried excitedly. The Bunker thrummed with anticipation as the team wrapped their minds around Oliver's report that Roy Harper, the man who was thought by Star City to be both the Arrow and dead, and known to be on the run by his teammates, was now robbing tech companies in their city.

Diggle, ever the voice of reason and with a particular soft spot for Roy, said, "Oliver, I'm gonna ask this just to ask it. Are you sure that it was-"

Oliver stood with his hands joined behind his back and answered firmly, "It was Roy. Absolutely."

Laurel piped up, "Or, maybe it was just somebody who's able to make themselves look like Roy." Oliver shot her an incredulous look. Laurel quickly defended herself. "Don't act like it's the craziest possibility after everything that we've experienced."

Oliver shook his head and then pulled them back on track. "What's crazy is Roy stealing from tech companies." The team seemed to agree, each thinking about the Roy they knew who could scarcely get around a computer and could no more follow Felicity's technobabble than he could fly. "What did he take this time?"

"A triode capacitor bomb." Felicity said, quickly explaining, "Tiny device, really huge boom."

"Super," Oliver said deadpan. "Like we don't have enough problems right now."

"Problems like Thea problems?" Laurel asked. "You were dodging my question before – how is she?"

Oliver placed the heels of both hands against his forehead and said, "Not good." Oliver scrubbed at his face and refused to make eye contact. "Malcolm was there and you were right, Digg – Thea's body is reacting to her not giving into her bloodlust. Malcolm said that if she doesn't kill, the magic will continue to take her life instead."

The room stilled at the new information. Felicity summarized in a quiet voice, "Wait, so – she's dying?"

"Unless we can find another way to help her," Oliver said. He turned around and declared firmly, "And we will. She said that when we went after Andy and HIVE, Damien Darhk touched her and it blunted the bloodlust for a time. I think if we can just find him-"

Felicity cut in, saying "Yeah, but Oliver, we haven't seen so much as a toe of HIVE for weeks. And if we found him, there's no way we could convince him to help us. Or trust that he would help us."

Oliver spun around, his eyes sparkling with emotion. "Well, allowing Thea to die is not an option, Felicity!"

Laurel asked fearfully, "How much time does she have?"

Oliver shook his head. "I have no idea but … she seems sick. She was having trouble just staying with the conversation. We need to find Darhk as soon as possible."

"What we need to do," Laurel said, "Is to understand the Pit better. How do we know there is no other way? Malcolm hasn't been Ra's for that long. There may be secrets to how it works that he doesn't know."

"What are you suggesting?" Digg asked.

"We call Nyssa," Laurel stated simply. Oliver scoffed. "Come on, Oliver, I know the two of you have a colorful past, but she loves Sara and she has always been good to me. She has no reason to wish ill on Thea, and she may know something as the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul."

"Fine," Oliver agreed tightly. "Contact her. See if she'll come." Laurel gave a single nod.

Felicity added, "In the meantime, we will try to find Darhk … and Roy!"

Laurel was eager to be home. She had made contact with one of Nyssa's agents in the city and was hopeful that Nyssa would make an appearance before long. She opened the door to the apartment with anticipation of seeing how Thea was doing. Despite Oliver noting that Malcolm had been in the apartment with Thea earlier, Laurel still had not prepared herself for coming face to face with her sister's killer poking around with the tea kettle in her kitchen.

"Malcolm," Laurel ground out in terse greeting.

Laurel was somewhat unnerved to note that Malcolm didn't respond with typical smugness. He made eye contact with her, but he didn't bother greeting her. Malcolm's expression didn't waver from an even, somber look. Something twisted inside her stomach realizing what a serious Malcolm meant about Thea.

Laurel quickly strode into the living room to find Thea asleep on the couch, a light blanket draped over her torso. Even in her sleep, Laurel could see deepening circles under her eyes and her forehead appeared damp and shining. Laurel froze, not wanting to disturb her friend's sleep.

Malcolm walked up next to Laurel and stood, watching Thea with Laurel for a moment in silence. Malcolm broke the silence. "She's been able to rest for a few hours now. I don't think waking her up to check on her would hurt." Laurel nodded numbly, feeling like she had entered some strange other world than the one she had woken to that morning.

Laurel walked over to sit on the couch next to Thea's waist. Laurel gently laid a hand on Thea's shoulder and called her name. Thea roused painfully slowly, blinking weary eyes up at Laurel. Even seeing her roommate wasn't enough to inspire a greeting from Thea but her eyes did flicker over and made eye contact with Laurel.

"Hey," Laurel said softly. "Ollie told me what is going on. How are you feeling?" As she spoke, Laurel raised the back of her hand and felt Thea's forehead, noting with concern waves of heat. Thea closed her eyes for a moment, seeming to draw some comfort from the coolness of Laurel's hand.

Thea, appearing to be putting in a great deal of effort, said in a croaking voice, "I'm okay. Tired. Kind of achy."

Laurel dropped her hand from Thea's forehead. "I'm sure. You're burning up. I can get you some Tylenol for the fever. Have you had anything to eat? Or drink?"

"Not hungry," Thea said. She met Laurel's worried expression and tried to reassure Laurel saying, "I'm okay."

Laurel wasn't convinced and anxiously imagined that the lack of nutrition and fluids would only exacerbate Thea's exhaustion. Malcolm appeared next to them and pressed a hot mug of tea into Thea's hands. Thea flickered her eyes towards her father and then at the mug in question.

"Just tea," Malcolm said defensively. Thea narrowed her eyes. Malcolm gave her a little smile. "So, there's a little something to help you relax. I promise, nothing you won't remember in the morning." Thea hesitated, and then took a small sip. The three sat in silence while Thea drank a little, then quickly pushed the mug towards Laurel. Laurel took it and set it on the coffee table watching as Thea closed her eyes and leaned back into the couch's armrest, too tired to continue to sit up.

The couch didn't look particularly comfortable and Thea looked completely worn down. "Thea," Laurel asked softly. "Would you like to go to bed?"

Thea opened her eyes and met Laurel's gaze for a moment. She murmured, "It's okay, I'm fine here."

Malcolm asked softly, "Would you like me to carry you to your room?"

Laurel prepared for Thea to emphatically decline Malcolm's offer and to reject assistance. But Thea closed her eyes and turned her head away from them both, saying softly, "Yes, please." Laurel felt her stomach twist, realizing how weak Thea was that she couldn't reach her bedroom without assistance.

Malcolm stepped forward and easily scooped his daughter into his arms and then stood looking to Laurel to guide him where to go. Laurel got to her feet and led Malcolm to Thea's room, where Laurel pulled back the covers. Malcolm gently placed Thea into her bed and tenderly pulled the blankets up over Thea's body. Thea stiffly said, "Thank you." Malcolm nodded in acceptance and stepped back out of the room.

Laurel watched him go and said to Thea, "I will be right back, Thea. I just need to talk with Malcolm."

Laurel strode out of the room to find Malcolm settling back in a seat with a newspaper in his hand. "What do you think you are doing?" Laurel demanded.

"Sitting," Malcolm said simply, refusing to be rattled.

"Let me clarify," Laurel said testily. "Why are you sitting when you should be leaving?"

Malcolm's expression turned cold. "My daughter is dying. She may not see sunrise. I intend to be by her side when she goes, if that's fine by you," he finished sarcastically.

Laurel did her best to not be shaken by Malcolm's dire words. "I am sorry for what is happening with Thea," Laurel said, her voice tight with emotion, "and I am making some serious allowances to permit the man who killed my sister and Tommy and countless others to be in my home, but I absolutely refuse to allow you to be here while I sleep."

Malcolm's eyes flashed with anger. "Frankly," Laurel added, "I'm not so sure your daughter wants you here while she sleeps either." Malcolm's eyes narrowed. "Look," Laurel added. "If you come back tomorrow after eight, I will let you back in, if Thea agrees."

Malcolm stood up and took several steps until he was uncomfortably close to Laurel. Laurel stood her ground, refusing to be intimidated by Merlyn. Malcolm hissed, "You had better hope she is still here in the morning." Laurel could feel the threat in Malcolm's words. With that, Malcolm turned and strode out the door.

Once the door had closed, Laurel felt her shoulders slump and she sat down quickly on the couch to get her bearings. Was Malcolm right? Was Thea so close to leaving them? Everything had happened so fast that it didn't feel like it should be possible, but the amount that Thea had deteriorated even since she had awoken after passing out on the AmerTek roof was disquieting. Laurel felt completely out of her depth and wondered if she should call Oliver. She knew that if something happened to Thea overnight and Oliver had not been there, he would never forgive himself. Laurel wasn't sure she would forgive herself either.

Laurel stood up quickly and opened the door to Thea's room. Thea looked over with weary but alert eyes. "Did Malcolm leave?"

Laurel nodded. "He wants to come back in the morning, if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, it's fine," Thea said. "Thank you for making him leave tonight. I would have been worried that I would have woken up knifing someone he brought in here to kill."

Laurel's eyes widened in horror. She hadn't considered that. Thea explained with feigned lightness, "That's what he did in Nando Parbat. He sent two of his men to my room while I was sleeping telling them to kill me. He knew I could take them. I killed them both and he told me he did it to help my bloodlust."

Laurel shook her head. "That's awful."

"That's Malcolm," Thea murmured, closing her eyes. "He's a sicko. But, if he hadn't done that, I guess I would've been dead before now, for what that's worth."

Laurel stood in silence, having no idea how to respond to that. Finally, Laurel said what she came in to ask. "Thea, can we have a sleepover tonight?"

Thea's eyes flew back open and Thea looked at Laurel, confused. "Um. You already live here." Thea stated obviously.

Laurel kept her voice lighthearted and said, "I meant here. In your room. I thought I could sleep in here tonight?" Thea just blinked at Laurel. "It might be fun, you know. Sara and I had separate rooms when we were kids, but sometimes we would do 'sister sleepovers' and stay up and chat and share a room for a night."

Thea said doubtfully, "I don't think I'm going to be up to much conversation."

"I wouldn't expect you to," Laurel said honestly. Thea searched Laurel's eyes before agreeing, "Sure."

"Perfect!" Laurel said, realizing instantly that she sounded far happier than the situation called for. "I'll get ready and be back soon."

Laurel hurried to her own room to get ready for bed and responded to a few check-in texts from Oliver, Felicity, John, and Lyla. Laurel was well aware that she was downplaying her own concerns to Thea's brother and her friends, but how could she explain how Malcolm had gotten into her head?

Laurel returned to Thea's room and slipped under the covers next to Thea. Before Laurel could turn the bedside lamp off, Thea stated quietly, "You don't think I'm going to wake up."

Laurel could feel her breath get caught in her chest. "Of course not," Laurel said defensively. "But if you need me in the night, I want to be sure I am here."

"It's okay," Thea said softly as if Laurel hadn't spoken. Thea confided, "I'm not so sure I'm going to wake up either."

"Thea,' Laurel breathed out painfully. Laurel questioned again if she shouldn't call Oliver over. No. No, they weren't giving up. Oliver was looking into Damien Darhk and Nyssa would be reaching out soon.

Laurel turned up on her side and leaned on one arm so she could look at Thea. "Thea," she said in a pleading tone. "Please don't give up. Your brother and the team … we're working on it. But that only matters if you are still here."

Thea's weary eyes met Laurel's. "I don't know if that's how it works," Thea murmured. "It feels like every moment a little more of me has faded away."

Laurel shook her head denying it. "Thea, I know it's hard, but please, hold on."

Thea didn't respond for a moment. Finally, she asked, "Can you text Ollie for me?"

Laurel quickly agreed, grabbing her phone from the bedside table. "What do you want me to say?"

Thea shook her head. "No, from my phone." Laurel felt her heart sink again, feeling in the deepest part of her that Thea was planning to say goodbye, just in case. Laurel nodded, then got up to grab Thea's phone from her dresser. Laurel sat back down on the bed and swiped the phone open. "What should I say?" Laurel asked, her voice thick.

"Just 'Goodnight, Ollie. Love you.'" Laurel felt tears well up and obscure her sight as she typed. Once done, she carefully held the screen up to Thea so she could inspect Laurel's handiwork. Thea nodded, "That's it. Send it." With a heavy heart, Laurel hit send.

Laurel turned off the bedside lamp when Thea's text alert sounded. Laurel swiped it open and her eyes stung as she saw Ollie's reply: "I love you too. Always." Laurel held it up for Thea as she did her best to swallow back the oncoming tears. When Thea indicated she was done, Laurel set Thea's phone next to Laurel's on the nightstand and the two lay in the darkness of Thea's room.

Laurel began to talk in a soft, warm voice. "I don't know if you remember this because you were young, but there was a horse show you were competing in. You were maybe eight or nine?" Thea was silent, but Laurel felt urged on by the desperateness of the situation. "Ollie invited me along with him and Tommy to go cheer you on. I was surprised Tommy was going and asked why he would go to a kids' horse show. He told me you weren't a kid, you were Thea, and you were actually really amazing at it. I remember how surprised I was that two teenage boys would show up like that for someone. But Tommy was right. It wasn't just anyone. It was you. And Tommy may have never found out he was your brother while he was alive. But I swear, Thea, you always had two brothers."

Laurel listened in the darkness for Thea. She didn't know if it was the right thing to do or not, but sleep was far from Laurel's mind. Laurel continued to quietly share story after story with Thea, hoping that even in her slumber Thea would be comforted by the memories of those who loved her.

The next day, Felicity was still trying to crack the code of the two pieces of tech Roy had stolen and how they could be used. Laurel and Oliver were sleep-deprived and touchy, but they both seemed grateful for the distraction of Roy's case. Laurel had reassured everyone that Thea had managed to get rest the night before and had spoken with Laurel that morning prior to Laurel leaving Thea to Malcolm's care.

"Wait," Felicity announced aloud to the collected team, sounding excited. "I've been busy trying to figure out what tech Roy would go after next by looking for patterns, when I should have been thinking about what it would do if you combined them."

"And what would they make if you put them together?" Digg asked wandering over to Felicity's seat in front of her computer terminal on the Hub.

"A web-nuke!" Felicity cried out, clicking quickly and hitting enter. An image of the two tech pieces combined began spinning slowly on the screen. "Theoretically, AmerTek's network mapper and Cadmus' capacitor, with a power source, could form a bomb that could melt the internet!" Felicity began speaking faster, her mind swirling with the possibilities for the technology. "That means destruction of banking systems, power grids, nuclear arsenals!" Felicity could sense that her teammates were not fully grasping what that could mean. "With one push of a button, someone could cripple a city, a country, or the world!"

Oliver turned away from looking at Felicity's screens to ask, "What kind of a power source?"

"Um," Felicity said, realization dawning on her face. "A power source like the high-powered battery that Palmer Tech is set to launch this week."

"Then we get to Palmer Tech ahead of Roy and bring him in!" Laurel said, catching on quickly.

"Yes, go!" Felicity agreed. "I'll pull the Palmer Tech feeds. I can guide you in."

Felicity watched the teams progress towards Palmer Tech on her screen, feeling antsy with how open her company would be to infiltration if Roy beat them there. Roy. ROY, of ALL people, making a web-nuke. Would wonders never cease?

Felicity pulled up Palmer Tech's CCTV and watched as a dark figure blinked up subtly on her feeds, each camera range he crossed indicating he was pressing towards the lab and Curtis' new battery.

"Guys," Felicity called over comms. "What's your ETA? Because Roy is already there!"

"There in five," Oliver stated as Felicity heard the sound of his motorcycle engine revving.

Felicity dialed Curtis' cell phone, trying to give him a heads up and saw his phone buzz on the desk next to him. Clearly his habit of wearing noise-cancelling headphones was going to literally be the death of him. Felicity watched, horrified as Roy, black mask pulled up over his mouth, entered Curtis' lab and pulled the headphones off of his ears. She held her breath, hoping that somehow, this new, thief version of Roy still had the same sense of compassion as her friend Roy and she wouldn't have to watch her colleague killed before her eyes on the screen.

The men seemed to exchange words, then Curtis turned and fled through the lab, while Roy pursued him. Roy went in with a kick towards Curtis' head, which Curtis deftly ducked under. Curtis was holding his own, blocking punches and kicks and even landing a few of his own. But Roy was agile and hadn't seemed to have lost a step in the nine months since Felicity had last seen him, and he pressed his advantage with a series of flips, kicks, and a firm punch.

With one exacting blow, Curtis flew back into a desk, then stood up with purpose and grabbed a percussor from his desk. He looked pleased with himself as he tossed it at the intruder – up until Roy caught it, listened to it tick, then gracefully tossed it back as it exploded into Curtis, knocking him through a glass wall. Roy leaned down and scooped up Curtis' battery from where it had been dropped to the floor.

"Any time now!" Felicity called urgently through comms, praying the team had made it on scene.

She watched as Oliver crashed through a window and landed directly in front of Roy. Laurel and Digg approached from the other direction and blocked Roy's exit. "Roy," Oliver said as Green Arrow. "Stand down."

Felicity peered at the security cameras inside the Palmer tech lab and mused, "There's something wrong with him."

"Yeah, I think that's been established," Digg said in his Spartan uniform stepping around Roy's other side with Laurel as Black Canary.

Oliver tried to reason with Roy, fixing him with a piercing stare. "Let's talk about this, Roy."

Suddenly, Roy drew back his arm and threw the Palmer Tech battery directly out the smashed window where Oliver had entered.

"Roy." Laurel as Black Canary pleaded. "Roy, what are you doing?"

Felicity could see something glint in Roy's eye which shouldn't be there. She realized that somehow that was what was controlling Roy – either through direct control or coercion. "Listen very carefully," Felicity announced to the team and then described her plan. "Roy is being controlled by someone. We have to pretend to take him down. Once he's down, you can bring him to the Bunker and our security should block any signal from his captor. But you've got to sell it – the person controlling Roy has to believe you've killed him."

"Are you sure?" Oliver questioned.

Felicity said confidently, "Yes, do it."

Oliver and Digg made eye contact, then Oliver reached into his quiver and grabbed out a tranquilizing arrow.

"No, wait," Laurel cried out, giving her best impression of a concerned friend.

Oliver let an arrow loose which sliced directly into Roy's left shoulder. Roy toppled backwards onto the glass covered floor.

Digg was up next to keep the ruse going. "What did you do?" Digg hollered, voice agitated as he ran towards the fallen Roy.

Felicity's heart pounded as she watched the team quickly gathered Roy up. She waited eagerly for their return, and when the elevator doors in the Bunker dinged open, she wheeled her way down the ramp to see Digg and Oliver clinging onto Roy while Laurel shoved items off of the exam table. Once the space was clear, Oliver and Diggle laid Roy down.

Oliver instructed Laurel, "Take out the tranq, carefully."

As Laurel extracted the arrow, Felicity noted as she approached, "Let's hope the Faraday cage Cisco installed in here works."

"The what?" Laurel asked.

"Basically a shield for everything broadcast and electromagnetic," Felicity explained.

Oliver asked Felicity, "Which eye did you see the tech in?"

"The right one," Felicity indicated. Oliver carefully lifted Roy's eyelid and extracted a contact lens.

Diggle looked on impressed as Oliver dropped the tech-filled contact into a small metal bowl in Felicity's hand, asking, "How'd you even know he had it?"

"Roy's eyes are blue," Felicity said quickly. "I'm guessing this was transmitting an AV signal, probably to whoever was picking up the tech." Felicity looked closely at the contact trying to understand more.

"Well," Oliver said pleasantly, "He can tell us when he wakes up." Oliver jabbed a syringe into Roy's leg and emptied the contents.

After a moment, Roy's eyes flew open with a gasp of air being sucked into his lungs. Roy began to look around in confusion. Slowly, Roy sat up and asked, "Wh-where am I?"

"It's ok," Oliver reassured. "We took out the contact. We made it look like we killed you. You're safe."

Roy let out a sharp breath of relief, then said, "While I'm in here, at least." Roy took a moment to take in his new surroundings. "New lair. Nice." Roy's eyes landed on Felicity and he said sincerely, taking in the sight of her chair, "I heard about what happened. I'm sorry." The reminder of her paraplegia stung, but the warmth in Roy's voice reminded Felicity of just how much she had missed her friend. And she knew she was far from the only one. Roy's heart had made him a cherished team member and his presence had been sorely missed.

That included being missed by John Diggle, who had formed a tight, mentor relationship with Roy before Roy had to go on the run. John looked at Roy with concern. "Roy," John said with feeling. "What happened to you?"

Roy sheepishly raised a hand up to rub at his neck. "I got made," he explained. "I was in Hub City, new name, new life, everything, and then I got an email."

"Saying what?" Laurel asked.

"Steal a bunch of stuff?" Felicity guessed.

Roy nodded in agreement. "Or he'll expose me as Roy Harper. Suddenly the Arrow's not dead anymore and then the police, they'd be looking at you again," Roy explained. Felicity felt little chills down her spine remembering how it had been in those dark days when Captain Lance had pursued Oliver for his crimes as the Arrow.

Oliver looked upset that someone would use a threat towards Oliver to control Roy and demanded, "Who's the blackmailer?"

"I don't know," Roy said honestly. "I've never met him. But he calls himself the Calculator."

Felicity began to laugh at the name. She quipped, "This is what happens when the bad guys name themselves." Oh, she had to tell Cisco this one. She peered at the contact with which the Calculator had influenced Roy and began to gently take in it's form.

Oliver was clearly less amused by the dumb name and remained focused on his former teammate. "Roy," Oliver said seriously but gently, "You should have come to us sooner."

"I couldn't," Roy insisted, matching Oliver's gaze.

"He's right," Felicity confirmed while inspecting the contact. "There's a camera built into this. This is really incredible tech." Not that she was impressed by the technology that had leashed her friend into committing a crime spree or anything.

Roy explained quickly, "He could see every single move I made, every person I talked to. I couldn't just expose you guys like that." And Felicity knew that Roy would have been concerned about not exposing any of them, but had a particular interest in not exposing Thea.

"We would have figured something out," Oliver insisted.

Roy shot the idea down. "This is my problem," he said firmly.

"Because you were solving my problem," Oliver rejoined.

"Ok, well," Felicity interjected, attempting to put a brake on the endless 'this is my responsibility' arguments. "Our problem is that 'the Calculator' now has everything he needs to melt the Internet," She added in a comically sad tone which belied its seriousness, "And I love the Internet."

Diggle understood immediately. "Which means we have to find him, fast," Digg stated.

Laurel turned to Felicity and pointed at the contact Oliver had removed from Roy's eye. "Can you backtrace the components, figure out where they're broadcast to?"

"Girl, you read my mind," Felicity enthused to Laurel. Felicity was confident she could track this 'calculator' (pending better villain name) down and stop him before he brought down their world. Felicity and Laurel made their way back towards the Hub, ready to match wits with a fellow hacker.

"And while they do that, pop your jacket off, I'll patch you up," Felicity heard Oliver offer to Roy as they went.

"Man, I cannot believe you shot me," Roy deadpanned as he tugged his jacket off and dropped it beside him on the table.

"Really?" Oliver asked incredulously with a knowing smile. Roy grinned back. Oliver grabbed up supplies and sanitized the wound he had made with his tranq arrow. Roy winced, but barely moved. Oliver had to smile. It would be a lie to say he had always liked Roy – he hadn't been a fan when Thea had first started dating a bad boy from the Glades – but Roy had grown on him, becoming a trusted ally and good friend.

There was something about the combination of tough guy and big heart that managed to break through Oliver's walls. And sure, Roy's history with Thea was messy, but Oliver was aware that he had more to do with that than just Roy or Thea. Ensuring Roy kept secrets from Thea and then demanding he break up with her while lying certainly didn't make him brother of the year. Regardless, there was a part of him which had really started rooting for them to work it out – before Roy sacrificed himself and any possible future with Thea so that Oliver could remain a free man.

As Oliver finished threading the final knot through Roy's wound, Roy noted, "Maybe next time we can do something that doesn't involve me getting stabbed or shot at. Just an idea."

Both men smiled for a minute, before the expression slipped off of Oliver's face. Oliver said sincerely, "I'm sorry that I put you in this position." It made Oliver sick thinking about just how much this man had given up so that Oliver could live the life he had now.

Roy shot Oliver a look that seemed to reject Oliver's guilt and said, "I'm pretty sure I put myself in this position." Oliver shook his head and made a dissenting grunt. Roy gave a small shrug. "I remember you not being all that happy that I faked my death to protect your secret."

Oliver shook his head and insisted, "I never should have let you."

Roy gave a small laugh. "Do you ever get tired?" Roy asked. Oliver tilted his head, not following. Roy clarified with a grin, "You know, of carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders like that all the time?"

Oliver chuckled and noted, "You sound like Felicity." Then gave a little nod and added, "And Diggle."

"Well, great minds," Roy quipped. With a little suspicion in his voice, Roy asked, "So what are Felicity and John saying you're taking responsibility for now?"

Oliver looked back at Roy seriously and took a deep breath before releasing it. He had to tell him about Thea. And it would kill him.