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“Because of the life I lead, I just think that it’s better to not be with someone that I could really care about.”
Felicity stared blankly at Oliver, frustration bubbling up from under her seemingly calm exterior. “Bullshit.”
Oliver quirked an eyebrow, taken aback by her sudden outburst. “Excuse me?”
Felicity stomped out from behind her desk and stared him down. “You heard me. Bullshit. You really think I’m going to buy that story Oliver?” She shook her head. “You’re sad, you’re lonely, you’re wallowing in your manpain, and I get it. Life sucks for you right about now, and you looked for the closest person who acted like she might have the slightest idea of what you were going through, and, on top of all of that, you managed to pick a woman who not that long ago was hellbent on destroying you and your family, and as far as we know, she still is!” Felicity narrowed the distance between them, her nose mere inches from his chest. “But I’ve got a newsflash for you, pal! Your weird, egotistical, masturbatory - yes masturbatory, because you've obviously got some weird self-obsession if you're going to sleep with every 'troubled soul' who seems like they're going through the same thing as you - romp with that way-sexy but totally psycho ice-woman isn’t going to make you any less lonely, any less scared, and it sure as hell isn’t going to heal any of these open wounds you’ve got going on. It’s going to make them worse.” Tears welled up in Felicity’s eyes, and she looked quickly away and wiped them on her hand.
“Felicity, I-“ Oliver began to speak, but was swiftly cut off.
“No, no sir. It’s my time to talk, and your turn to listen, so listen up.” Felicity jabbed him in the chest. “Maybe you don’t see it because you’re wrapped up in your whole Byronic hero ‘Look at me I’m so distant and wounded’ act (which is totally hot but so overdone, you and RPattz are getting real tiresome) but I see who you are Oliver, even if you don’t. I’ve been here this whole goddamn time and I’ve seen you for who you really are, through all of the bullshit you hide behind and I see the real you. You’re a good guy, you care, despite what you think.” Felicity took the papers from him. “Maybe you’re scared, but hell, isn’t everyone? Shutting those who –“ Felicity took a deep breath before continuing, “those who love you out makes for a pretty lonesome life, don’t you think?” At this she glanced up, and smiled sadly. “Let someone in, Oliver. Let yourself care for someone. I think it would do you a world of good.” She turned to walk away, brushing past Diggle as she rushed towards the elevator.
“What did you do to her?” Digg asked in a cautious tone once Felicity was out of earshot.
“I think – I think I might’ve broken her heart.” Oliver sighed, scrubbing his face. “I know she just broke mine.”