chloesullivan | Reaching out to dl

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Reaching out to dl_greenarrow.

Chloe wasn't sure how many hours had gone by since they got back to the Clocktower, the apartment was much lighter now so she knew the sun was up, but she hadn't moved from her position since Oliver laid down on his bed and she wasn't planning on doing so.

She could have sat down on the chair by his bed or even on his bed, but she didn't want to get comfortable and risk falling asleep so she picked a spot on the floor, leaning back against the door frame and watching the bed.

Although she couldn't see him from where she was beyond the covers and the fact that he was obviously under there, this was enough for her. She wanted to be able to give him some space and still keep an eye on him since she absolutely refused to leave him alone even for a second, she wasn't going to risk it, not after what had almost happened.

And every time she thought about that she had a hard time not breaking down, she couldn't stop from thinking what it would be like if she had suddenly woken up to find that his body had been found outside his property.

To say she was freaked out and scared didn't even begin to cover it, but this wasn't about her, this was about him and her doing everything she could to make sure she helped him in every possible way.

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Chloe blew out a breath and nodded, pulling away from him and picking up two plates, "go ahead and sit down," she told him quietly.

He rubbed a hand over his face, moving to grab the milk from the fridge and carrying it to the table, as well.

Chloe plated the mac and cheese for both of them and set the plates on the table along with silverware and a couple of glasses, glancing at him every now and then, she kept expecting him to tell her to leave him along and she wasn't entirely sure that the fact that he wasn't doing that was a good or a bad sign.

Oliver let out a breath and began to eat, despite the fact he wasn't hungry. It just didn't matter.

She poured milk in both their glasses and watched him, she wasn't hungry either, she wasn't even sure what time it was, but she was going to make an effort to eat, maybe then he would make an effort too.

"Have you been eating?" She asked quietly.

"Enough," he said with a slight shrug. "Have you?"

"Yeah," she told him, she had, occasionally, when she remembered.

Oliver nodded a little, falling silent once more, taking a drink of milk.

Chloe finished her food a moment later and stood up, petting the dog then walking over to her bowl that was in a corner of the kitchen and filling it with dog food, which Nellie wasted no time in starting to devour.

"Are you all right?" His voice was almost inaudible.

She held her breath at the question and turned to look at him, "I've been really worried about you," she admitted, her voice almost as quiet as his.

"I'm sorry you've been worried, Chloe." His tone was sincere, but he didn't look up at her.

"You don't have to apologize to me, Ollie," she told him, walking back toward the table and placing a hand on his shoulder, "I can't imagine how you felt..." and how scared he must have been.

He rubbed his hands over his face, pushing the bowl of macaroni and cheese away and exhaling as he rested his elbows on the table.

Pursing her lips together, she brushed her finger over his hair gently, she wanted to wrap her arms around him, kiss him, comfort him somehow, but she didn't want to make it uncomfortable for him.

"Can I tell you something?" She whispered.

"Yeah. Sure." He let out a breath, staring down at the table blankly.

Chloe took a deep breath and pulled a chair closer to him before taking a seat, she had missed him so much, she had been so worried and now that he was there, she just wanted to be close to him.

"I have accidentally killed someone before too," it wasn't something anyone knew, not even Clark had gotten the full story, "it's a different situation, but if you think you are such a horrible person, then I am too."

He lifted his gaze to look at her, his eyebrows furrowing. "What are you talking about?" he asked, honestly caught off guard.

She sighed deeply and looked down then shook her head a little before looking back at him.

"It was right after we graduated high school, I was getting ready to move to Metropolis and I was kidnapped by a former classmate," she swallowed and pursed her lips together, "he has a missile that was going to destroy Smallville and I tried to stop him from launching it, we struggled with a gun and it went off."

He pursed his lips, gazing at her intently. "He had a nuke."

"Yes, he was unbalanced, but as far as he knew, he was doing what was right, what his dad told him was necessary because he had to get rid of all the meteor infected and the reason he kidnapped me was because he wanted to protect me."

Chloe breathed, "like I said, it's a different situation, but it's still the same outcome, the man you killed was horrible and he was making the lives of so many underprivileged children a living hell, and yet you still feel horrible about what happened."

He was silent for a long moment, leaning back in his chair as he gazed at her. "Does Clark know?" he asked quietly.

She pursed her lips together and shook her head a little, "no," she didn't know if he was asking if Clark knew about her or about him, but the answer applied to both situations.

"So you haven't ever really talked about it with anyone?" he asked uncertainly, leaning forward a little.

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head, looking down for a moment then back at him, "I knew I couldn't tell Clark, I knew he wouldn't take it well and I never saw a point in telling anyone else."

Reaching out to dl_greenarrow.

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