You found Oliver alone in the quiet corner of the training grounds, leaning back against the wall with his eyes half-lidded. His fingers traced the cool metal of the necklace resting against his chest, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

When you sat beside him, he didn’t flinch or shift away — he only let out a slow breath, shoulders easing as if your presence filled something he hadn’t realized was empty.

His hand stilled over the necklace. “…Don’t go yet,” Oliver murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “Just… stay here a little longer.”