Dec 5, 2016
@withshieldoronit
He’s just -- stopping by. Checking in. Just to make sure there’s nothing that’s going to pull him away; just to settle that voice in the back of his head that’s suggesting that he’s needed. That the Green Arrow is needed.
“ -- it’s a little late for you to be here.” Especially given that it’s quiet, there’s nothing going on. Unless there is, in fact, something going on. “Everything alright?” Something like disappointment blossoms behind the cage of his ribs as he strides over to where Diggle sits, and already he’s tucking away himself, ready to become what the city needs him to be.
