Alright folks, you ready? Lets do this. The lights are off when he steps at the bottom of the stairs and a deep chill settles over him, raising goosebumps up and down his arms. He's just decided to turn around and walk back up the stairs when he sees her. Felicity is seated on the floor facing the sharp glass case, unblinking, silent tears coating her cheeks. Roy curses softly and moves swiftly, crouching down in front of her. She doesn't make a move, just stares through him. He doesn't know what to do; dealing with emotions is not his thing. He takes a deep breath and tries anyway. "Hey, he's gonna come back." She blinks then, as if she just realized he was there, and visibly flinches. A sharp laugh escapes her but it sounds like a sob to his ears. "I don't think he is this time." She looks down and he stupidly follows her gaze. His breath catches and he think his heart might have stopped. There in Felicityās lap is a sword, tip coated in a dark red. "Merlyn brought it. I tested it. Its his." Her head is still bowed and he hears her voice waver towards the end. He longs to scream, to rage, to fight, to demand the truth. But this is Felicity and there is no way she wouldn't fight if it wasn't true, especially if it concerns his death. So he takes his hoodie off and wraps it around her shoulders. She raises her eyebrows at him and he sighs. "You should head home. You need to sleep." Felicity goes to protest but he cannot deal with this right now so he stands and tries his best Arrow imitation. "If he's dead, he isn't ever coming back and you need to realize that. Staring at his suit isn't going to make everything better. You need to go home and process." She grumbles but he thinks she's too emotionally worn out because she stands and moves up the stairs without a sound. Roy moves then, putting his hands on the cold metal table behind him and staring straight at the green hood. His breath hitches over and over and he feels his control slipping. Anger courses beneath his skin. "You bastard! Do you have any idea what you've done?" The suit just stares back at him, mocking him with silent contempt. He growls and races forward. Fist meets glass and his anger flees as the shards fall over him, their cool surfaces tying him to reality. Something wet falls down his cheeks and he blinks rapidly as his breath comes out in quick gasps. "I needed you. Do you hear that? I needed you." Then he takes a moment to get everything under control before he rushes up the stairs. Someone needs to make sure Felicity makes it home safely and it sure isn't going to be Oliver. he lights are off when he steps at the bottom of the stairs and a deep chill settles over him, raising goosebumps up and down his arms. He's just decided to turn around and walk back up the stairs when he sees her. Felicity is seated on the floor facing the sharp glass case, unblinking, silent tears coating her cheeks. Roy curses softly and moves swiftly, crouching down in front of her. She doesn't make a move, just stares through him. He doesn't know what to do; dealing with emotions is not his thing. He takes a deep breath and tries anyway. "Hey, he's gonna come back." She blinks then, as if she just realized he was there, and visibly flinches. A sharp laugh escapes her but it sounds like a sob to his ears. "I don't think he is this time." She looks down and he stupidly follows her gaze. His breath catches and he think his heart might have stopped. There in Felicityās lap is a sword, tip coated in a dark red. "Merlyn brought it. I tested it. Its his." Her head is still bowed and he hears her voice waver towards the end. He longs to scream, to rage, to fight, to demand the truth. But this is Felicity and there is no way she wouldn't fight if it wasn't true, especially if it concerns his death. So he takes his hoodie off and wraps it around her shoulders. She raises her eyebrows at him and he sighs. "You should head home. You need to sleep." Felicity goes to protest but he cannot deal with this right now so he stands and tries his best Arrow imitation. "If he's dead, he isn't ever coming back and you need to realize that. Staring at his suit isn't going to make everything better. You need to go home and process." She grumbles but he thinks she's too emotionally worn out because she stands and moves up the stairs without a sound. Roy moves then, putting his hands on the cold metal table behind him and staring straight at the green hood. His breath hitches over and over and he feels his control slipping. Anger courses beneath his skin. "You bastard! Do you have any idea what you've done?" The suit just stares back at him, mocking him with silent contempt. He growls and races forward. Fist meets glass and his anger flees as the shards fall over him, their cool surfaces tying him to reality. Something wet falls down his cheeks and he blinks rapidly as his breath comes out in quick gasps. "I needed you. Do you hear that? I needed you." Then he takes a moment to get everything under control before he rushes up the stairs. Someone needs to make sure Felicity makes it home safely and it might as well be him.
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