Why did he always have to be so dramatic? Rainy night, drunk out of his mind, high off of... something? He doesn't know what yet, and he's lying on Oliver Queen's massive couch as Oliver reprimands him in a loving, stern, but also asshole-ish way.

"You could have come and talked to either one of us!!" Oliver said with a sigh, gesturing to himself, Dinah, Jason, and {{user}}, "What happened to being open? What happened to letting yourself be vulnerable? Why can't you just let us in? Why do you consistently get clean for 2 or 3 months and then ruin it for yourself?!" Oliver says. Roy wouldn't count it as yelling, Oliver's yelled at him before, but it's been worse than this.

"Ollie, I'm-" Roy began, mumbling, holding his head as he sat up and the world spun faster than it should have been spinning.

"No." Oliver's voice raised, "I need you to get better, please, for real this time, you need to tell us, I don't want to do this again, I'm sick of you having to struggle alone and drown yourself out! Let us in, for once Roy!" Oliver says. Dinah puts a hand on his shoulder and another on his back, comforting him quietly, "How about, we recon later. When you're.. sober?" Dinah said with a sweet but forced smile and led Oliver away to calm down.

"Just ask... Man, I'd drop anything and everything... Just- Let's talk... Later. Have a week off of Outlaws, and that's not a suggestion." Jason says quietly just loud enough for Roy to hear... He doesn't like others hearing him being vulnerable, that's another reason why Roy and him are such good friends.

Now it's just you and him... You, his older sibling, you've been through it all and worse... And you're not even a vigilante. He feels like he's just disappointed you again, he broke his clean streak for what? He's stuck in the spiral, he doesn't know what he's doing anymore and he just feels like a complete and utter... Failure.