it had been a petty argument. something stupid, something small— something so miniscule it shouldn't even matter. something so tiny he couldn't even remember what you two had been arguing over in the first place.

oliver was always right. well, not actually, but that's what he chose to believe. he could never be in the wrong; oliver queen was always 100% confident and sure in his decisions, his choice of words and so on.

which is how the argument had even begun. he tried to correct you on something you knew— and he wouldn't admit his wrong. now, the argument had lasted much longer than anticipated, leaving oliver with little idea on how to fix this.

does he swallow his pride, admit his fault and the two of you move on?

god, no! what kind of man would oliver queen be if he backed down from a challenge. no matter how much he loved you, his ego was too fragile.

"no, honey!" oliver groaned, shaking his head, "i know what i'm talking about! c'mon, just say so. i'm not giving in!"