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A sigh left the mayor’s lips and he couldn’t help but stare briefly at the familiar way that John crossed his arms. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you I was disappointed in you.” At that moment in the hospital, he had been. Extremely. But now Oliver had put the hood back for the first time in a couple weeks with the threat of Cayden’s bomb still looming over the city.

               “whoa, whoa, okay?”  she reaches out, small pale hands reaching out to rest on her chest in an attempt to stop him from moving any further.  “slow down, or you’ll hurt yourself further. that really doesn’t look too good, you know.”

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She had just heard her phone go off when she was in that half asleep half awake state and hadn’t thought much of it when she decided to slowly slip her way out of her husbands arms and over to the desk where she left it out of react. For precisely this reason of course, to not look at it all night long and only get up to get it in an emergency but she figured one peak wouldn’t hurt... when Johns voice caught her just as she placed her feet on the cold floor.

Oliver was directed inside the room, much different from the hole, as this had a barred window overlooking the prison yard and a long metal table surrounded by four chairs in the middle of the space. It was probably used for longer visits, which had him only slightly confused because he hadn’t been granted anything more than fifteen minutes with a thick sheet of glass separating them. There was a single camera just above the door, pointed downwards towards the middle of the room to monitor the activity. His hands had been uncuffed and the guard had quietly shut the door behind him to go take care of whatever needed his attention.

The slightest smile formed once he saw his wife and his best friend standing on the other side and as much as he wanted to envelope both of them in a much needed hug, instead Oliver opted for taking a seat in one of the chairs. There was a pain flooding through his abdomen where he stabbed himself. Hopefully it didn’t open and start bleeding again.

“It’s been a while since it’s been just the three of us...” In attempt to ignore the pain, he forced his smile a little wider. “I’ve missed it.”

“John---”

His knuckles turned white from the tight grip he had around the neck of the receiver and he took a deep breath as he nervously started tapping his fingers on the table. The visit from Felicity hadn’t done anything to ease his mind at all. She wasn’t thinking clearly. She was angry and upset and he couldn’t do a damn thing to protect her from in here. 

She probably should have been more chill about John walking into her new place of work but... well, considering the fact that she thought she wasn’t going to be able to have contact like this, at least not for a long time, she couldn’t help but feel a rush of concern and hope that he was either here for bad news... or good... or both.