Fallout. With chloeas
He'd patrolled for nearly five hours and sunrise was only a couple more hours off. Oliver was exhausted--both physically and mentally. The fight with Chloe had pulled more out of him than he'd expected. Rubbing a gloved hand warily over his jaw, he stood on the rooftop of the building across from Chloe's apartment building, where he'd spent the last forty-five minutes, simply watching.
What he wanted was to return and crawl into bed beside her for the next several hours. Instead, he shot a repelling line to the roof of the building and swung over to it, quietly climbing back into the window in the living room. The apartment was silent, and he figured she was probably asleep. Too tired to even change out of his gear, Oliver made his way over to the sofa and laid down, burying his face against one of the decorative pillows.
What he wanted was to return and crawl into bed beside her for the next several hours. Instead, he shot a repelling line to the roof of the building and swung over to it, quietly climbing back into the window in the living room. The apartment was silent, and he figured she was probably asleep. Too tired to even change out of his gear, Oliver made his way over to the sofa and laid down, burying his face against one of the decorative pillows.