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olliequeenShe'd saved his life.
And he'd treated her like crap.
That was all he could think as he walked the darkened streets of Metropolis alone--for once not as the Green Arrow, but as Oliver Queen, sorry ass billionaire. Rubbing his face with one hand, he stopped in a small, all night diner and bought a cup of coffee. It wasn't Starbucks, but it was too late to get Starbucks. By the time he'd get there, it would already be closed. Apparently most places like that closed before Midnight.
By the time he made it back to the clock tower, it was nearly 12:30, and he'd been gone for hours, and he still didn't feel any better about the whole situation than he had when he'd turned tail and run from her.
And he'd treated her like crap.
That was all he could think as he walked the darkened streets of Metropolis alone--for once not as the Green Arrow, but as Oliver Queen, sorry ass billionaire. Rubbing his face with one hand, he stopped in a small, all night diner and bought a cup of coffee. It wasn't Starbucks, but it was too late to get Starbucks. By the time he'd get there, it would already be closed. Apparently most places like that closed before Midnight.
By the time he made it back to the clock tower, it was nearly 12:30, and he'd been gone for hours, and he still didn't feel any better about the whole situation than he had when he'd turned tail and run from her.
