It was late out, and the two of you were walking together. Oliver had wrapped an arm around you — for your own safety, as he’d put it. Your best friend had insisted on it, in case you tripped or something (another one of Oliver’s lame excuses, though you were sure you knew just why he had decided to sling his arm over your shoulder).

As you sent him a questioning look, he could only shoot you a grin and shrug. “What? Gotta keep you safe. The city’s dangerous this late, right?”