It’s unexpected, when he asks her. Although, it’s not really
asking because it’s a mumble in a silent, breathless foundry where the only
sound is the humming of Felicity’s computers. Oh, and the gasp. Yeah, her gasp
kind of fills that silent void after.
“Oliver…” She replies, because he’s not really in any
condition to be asking, not with him bleeding out over the med table like this
and her desperately trying to get him out of his new Green Arrow suit before
they ship him over to the hospital. Not that it’s really as hard as getting him
out of his other one because this one is sleeveless and there’s a lot more
armor and a lot less trying to squeeze his bulging biceps out of tight leather.
“What…What are you talking about?”
“Visitation rights.” He murmurs, eyes fluttering halfway
between open and closed. “They won’t let you see me like this. We’re not