The Awkward Factor. With chloeas, and <lj site="livejournal.com"

[olliequeen]

Oliver didn't sleep well that night. Even after deciding to go patrolling for another couple of hours after Bart walked in on him and Chloe, he still wasn't quieted enough to rest. He tossed and turned, alternately staring at the digital clock on his bedside table, and staring at the ceiling.

More than once he'd contemplated just going across the hall to Chloe's room to talk out what had happened, or better yet, spend the night in her bed. But he'd resisted.

He knew they were going to have to at least try and explain things to Bart today. He didn't think the younger man would say anything, if for no other reason than because he was now terrified of Chloe.

A faint smile touched his lips as he thought about how hot she'd looked pissed off like that. He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes and willing his brain to shut off. Especially when it came to thoughts like that.

By sunrise, he finally gave up on the notion of sleep and rose from his bed, showering just to help him keep his eyes open, and heading down the hall to make coffee.

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[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He gave her a look right back and rolled his eyes as the woman handed her his card back. "You can buy dinner," he said wryly.

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

Chloe rolled her eyes back at him then thanked the woman before picking up her coffee and the bag with the food, "right, lets go."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He smirked at her eye roll and headed for the stairs as he took the bag from her. "Think he'll be glad to see us?" he teased.

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

Chloe raised her eyebrows a little but shrugged, sipping on her coffee, "I'm just hoping he's still here."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He grimaced a little and reached out and knocked on the door. "Yeah. Me too."