Listening. With mirrorsmirk.

[dl_greenarrow]

Oliver knew from the security system that Michael and Mia had arrived back at Watchtower late the previous night, long after he and Chloe had gone to bed. He also knew from his conversation with Mia that Michael wasn't doing very well

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[mirrorsmirk]

Michael straightened when he heard the voice and before he said anything, he took a deep breath and stashed the picture he had been looking at in his pocket. It had been two days since the encounter and he still didn't know what to do. He felt...lost. He wanted so much to go back and tell his mom what he found and he wanted to talk to Dean, but at the same time, he didn't. This wasn't really his dad, after all. So who knows what would happen. Turning, he gave Oliver a slight smile. "Hey."

[dl_greenarrow]

Oliver moved so he was standing beside michael, looking out over the city. "How ya doing?" he asked quietly.

[mirrorsmirk]

"I'm good," he looked out over the buildings as well. "Just...good. Did Mia tell you the arrows worked?"

[dl_greenarrow]

"Yeah, she did," he said, nodding a little and glancing at him from the corner of his eye.

[dl_greenarrow]

Oliver gazed at him intently. "Michael."

[mirrorsmirk]

"Uncle O."

[dl_greenarrow]

"Sometimes it helps to talk about it."

[mirrorsmirk]

"Yeah and you've said that before. Careful, you'll start sounding like a broken record."

[dl_greenarrow]

He reached out and put a hand on the younger man's shoulder silently.

[mirrorsmirk]

"I'll call them tomorrow, or something," he said quietly.

[dl_greenarrow]

Oliver offered him a small, but sincere smile. "You'll be all right, Mike," he said softly.

[mirrorsmirk]

"I know," he murmured, looking back at Oliver with his own slight smile.