Worry. With need2speed.

She'd gone up to take a shower nearly a half-hour ago and his worry was starting to kick into gear when he realized how long it had been. He murmured his intent to Chloe, who was trying to reach the other members of the league about a meeting the following day, and when she nodded, he kissed her forehead and took the steps two at a time.

He could hear the shower running, but just going into her room felt way too much like an invasion of privacy, so instead, Oliver settled himself on the floor outside her door, back resting against the wall, waiting.

[Locked to those who know he's alive again.]

( My heart. )