Oddly enough, as the days came and went in a blur, the two of them fell into a routine of sorts. Wake up in the morning, he would fix breakfast, they'd watch a movie and take Nellie out for a walk on the beach. Then they'd eat lunch--either last night's leftovers, or take-out of some kind. After lunch, it was either napping or another movie, another walk on the beach, and dinner. Then early bed--together in his room, where they lay side-by-side silently until they fell asleep.
Neither of them talked a lot. He had nothing to say, really, that he hadn't already said a hundred times, and he tended to go completely silent if she brought up anything about Green Arrow.
Neither of them talked a lot. He had nothing to say, really, that he hadn't already said a hundred times, and he tended to go completely silent if she brought up anything about Green Arrow.