Felicity bites her lip to keep herself from making a sound, and the sudden burst of love that sparks in her chest is nothing compared to the look on Oliver’s face as he stares down at his daughter, hanging on her every word. He needs this, needs his daughter’s easy acceptance and love of him more than anything else to get him through today, more than he needs her, even. He needs Ellie telling him how great her life is because of him, he needs her showing him over and over again that she loves him, that he’s a wonderful father, and he needs to believe it.
And for this tiny moment, she thinks he does. Because she does.
Oliver’s arms curl around Ellie, making her seem even smaller as she settles in his embrace like there’s nowhere else in the world she’d rather be. He breathes out, a long, slow exhale that seems to carry the tension living in his body along with it before he dips his head to press his lips to her hair. He breathes her in, savoring the moment of closeness.
Felicity lets out a tremulous breath herself as Ellie does something for him that nobody else on this planet ever could, something she’s been doing ever since Barry brought her back. Slowly but surely Ellie’s filling in the cracks that have splintered his heart, shattered his sense of self-worth, letting the damage from all those years of brutal trauma fade away. Breakfast is forgotten as something far more sustainable fills him, fills his soul, fills parts of him that were positively famished.