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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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With a deep sigh she shook her head, out of everything that had been going through her mind, that was the last think she was worried about, "I told you, you didn't hurt me, Oliver, I'm fine and I know you wouldn't hurt me," not physically anyway, "why are you still kicking yourself over it?"

"Because I could have hurt you, Chloe." He shook his head and turned away from her, staring at the wall. "I'm a big guy. And I'm supposed to be one of the good guys."

All she could do was roll her eyes at him, "I don't know what you think, Oliver, but I can take care of myself and if you did try to hurt me, I would defend myself."

She knew she had no chance against him, but she was tired of him guilt tripping himself like that, "you are one of the good guys," she said more calmly, their issues aside, she would never question that about Oliver, "you help people, you don't hurt them."

He turned to look at her once more. "You need to be trained." His voice was steady.

Blinking in confusion, she frowned again, "excuse me?"

"Training, Chloe," he repeated. "I want to start training you. Self-defense."

Cocking her head, she shook it slightly, "is that what you wanted to talk about?"

"Partially, yes." He nodded a little.

"What is the other part?" She raised her eyebrows.

"We just talked about that," he said softly.

Making a face, she shook her head a little, "and you still don't believe me."

He sighed softly, his shoulders dropping. "What do you want me to say, Chloe?"

Chloe considered for a minute then stood up straight, taking a few steps into the room towards him, "I'll make you a deal." She paused, meeting his eyes and stopping a couple of feet away from him, "I'll let you train me if you stop kicking yourself for something you didn't do."

He drew in a breath, his stomach tightening the closer she got. If only guilt was as easy to get rid of as she made it seem. "All right."

She raised one eyebrow, watching his face, she knew that even though he agreed to it, he didn't really mean it, "do you really think I would let you train me, would let you anywhere near me if I thought you were capable of hurting me, Oliver?"

He sighed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't understand why she wouldn't just let this go. "I know you're not scared of me, Chloe."

"Then why are you doing this to yourself?" She asked, sincerely confused about his actions. She had been bothered by this whole situation for days, but the fact that he was avoiding her was what had hurt her the most, she had never thought he would be avoiding her because of his actions, because of his guilt, but at least now she had some idea of how to fix things and that was a start. It didn't mean he would ever want to touch her again, but it was a start.

Oliver raked a hand through his hair and sat down on the edge of his bed once more. "It's not like I can help it," he said quietly. "It's just what is, Chloe."

Pursing her lips together, she looked down at him, "is that why you're not talking to me?"

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