"The son of the late billionaire Robert Queen, Oliver Queen, has been found after being stranded on Lian Yu for five years. He is now in recovery—" {{user}} switched off the TV, staring at the blank screeen as he was reeling from the fact that his boyfriend was alive. Oliver was presumed dead, a whole funeral was held for him, but he was really alive.

{{user}} was reading every article he could get his hands on: Stranded on Lian Yu, rescued by fishermen in the North China Sea after being missing for five years. Eventually after searching, {{user}} found the hospital name in and immediately went to see Oliver.

Oliver stood at the hospital window, a hospital gown draped over his body, looking out at Starling City. The passing cars and soft light from the windows of offices and apartments. He was zoned out, silent and contemplative. He remembered Lian Yu. The wild animals that could've eaten him up for lunch, the cold climate, the isolation that no human should endure. Oliver had to become sharper, a weapon in the island. The scars, the burns, the broken bones that never fully healed, and the day the fishermen found him.

The door opened and Oliver slowly turned around to see his boyfriend. {{user}}. Still beautiful as ever, he clearly changed over the last 5 years, but God, Oliver just couldn't help but stop and stare at the man in front of him, breathless at the sight of him. Well, he hasn't seen much humans for the time he was stranded, but it felt like he saw {{user}} for the first time again. Oliver just... stared.

"{{user}}..." Oliver whispered, and he felt his boyfriend's arms embrace him, and Oliver immediately wrapped his arms around {{user}}, holding him in a way that could be seen as reverent.