Moving Day. With chloeas.

[dl_greenarrow]

Oliver stood in front of the mirror on his closet door, his shirt raised as he stared at his reflection, grimacing at the reddened and stitched skin on his chest and abdomen. Sighing, he lowered his shirt once more, annoyed at himself for caring about something so superficial. Besides, today was moving day--the day Chloe was moving in for real

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[chloeas]

Chloe looked up from her laptop and towards the kitchen when she heard him, "I'm in here." She called from the living room.

It was nice that Oliver was finally able to walk around and move around without a lot of pain, he had been miserable and irritated in the past couple of weeks, not that she blamed him, but she hated seeing him like that.

[dl_greenarrow]

He set his coffee mug down on the counter and headed into the living room, offering her a smile. "Morning," he said, sitting down beside her and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

[chloeas]

"Morning," she smiled at him and set her laptop down on the other side of the couch before linking her arm with his, "how are you feeling?"

[dl_greenarrow]

Oliver smiled warmly at her, lifting his other hand to her face. "Good. Did you sleep okay?" he asked.

[chloeas]

Rubbing her hand over his arm, she nodded, "yeah, did you?"

[dl_greenarrow]

He nodded as well, gazing at her intently for a moment before leaning in and kissing her softly on the lips. For the first time in two weeks, he'd been able to curl up right beside her with an arm draped around her as he slept.

[chloeas]

She kissed him back, pulling back after a moment, "are you sure you don't wanna stay here? It won't take me long to pack and then the boys can bring everything over."

[dl_greenarrow]

"I wanna help," he told her softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and kissing her forehead.

[chloeas]

Leaning into his touch, she nodded, "okay, but you can help by folding clothes, you are not allowed to pick up anything, understood?"

[dl_greenarrow]

"You worry too much," he murmured, kissing her again softly. "But understood."

[chloeas]

She lifted a hand to cup his cheek and nodded, "it's one of my jobs."

[dl_greenarrow]

At that, he smiled, closing his eyes for a moment as he leaned into her hand. He was finally starting to get used to the idea that there was someone who actually worried about him on a regular basis. A few months ago the very idea had been an utterly foreign concept to him.

[chloeas]

She kissed him softly once more before taking a deep breath and nodding, "okay, I should go get ready so we can leave."

[dl_greenarrow]

He nodded a little. "Me too," he agreed, rising to his feet and holding his hand out to help her up.

[chloeas]

Giving him a look, she got up and shook her head before taking his hands, "no helping me up, you shouldn't even have gotten up without my help, Mr. Queen. Just because it doesn't hurt, doesn't mean you should be forcing it."

[dl_greenarrow]

He sighed softly and shook his head. "I'm not a total invalid, you know," he told her, resting his hands on her shoulders and giving her a look. He kissed the corner of her mouth. "Seriously, Chloe. I'm doing a lot better."