Pieces. With chloeas.

[olliequeen]

Oliver stared out over Metropolis from his place on the roof of the clock tower. Christmas had been surprisingly calm and nice, despite the way Clark had kept staring at him throughout dinner, like he knew something was going on but couldn't quite figure out what it was. It had been nice to see Mrs. Kent, as well.

But things between him and Chloe were still off and he wasn't sure it could be fixed. Not that there was anything to fix, really. They weren't together.

Sighing softly, he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and turned to head inside once more. He needed to start packing so he could head back to Star City in the morning.

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[chloeas.livejournal.com]

"We all do, Oliver," she tried her best to to keep her voice calm, shaking her head a little, "you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but you don't have to lie either." She met his eyes, because if his idea of talking was avoiding the subject that had caused all of this to begin with some more, there was no point in doing it.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"Lie?" he repeated, his eyebrows furrowing.

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

She made a face and shook her head slightly, "telling me you're all right when you're obviously not."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"And what makes me obviously not all right?" he asked, rising to his feet.

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

"I guess I can start by the fact that you can barely look at me when you're talking to me, if you talk to me." She said bluntly.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

At that, he sighed softly and shut his eyes for a moment. "Right." He supposed that would be a dead give away.

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

With a soft sigh, she shook her head and rubbed her face, taking a couple steps closer and leaning against the door frame of his bedroom, "it's fine if you don't wanna talk to me," it wasn't, not really, he had become one of her closest friends in the past few months, at least she thought he had, he didn't seem to share her opinion, "it's the pretending part I'm tired of." Because Chloe was a fixer and when she couldn't fix things, she felt lost, incapable.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He was silent for a moment and when he opened his eyes, he shook his head a little. "I'm not very good at talking, Chloe." His voice was quiet, serious. That much was true. Sure, he could talk about insignificant things, he could talk about League business, hell he could even talk with diplomats and senators. But when it came to his feelings and thoughts? That he wasn't good at.

And he especially wasn't good at talking to her about those things considering he didn't know where they stood with each other most days anymore.

"But I'll give it a try." He fixed her with an intent gaze. "I'm angry with myself."

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

That made her pause and frown, she just stared at him, shaking her head a little, "why?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He looked away for a moment. "Because of the other night."

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

"You'll have to be more specific than that." She didn't need explanation to know which night he was talking about, but a lot had happened that night and she did need to know which part of it he was talking about.