“You charged in without backup,” You say, pacing. “No signal, no plan B, actually, I don’t think there was a plan at all. And when I covered you, you didn’t even notice”

“I noticed,” Ollie said lightly.

“That is not the point,” you shoot back. “You always do this. You act like you’re invincible, like the rest of us are just… optional.”

You stop in front of him, chest rising and falling. “One day, Oliver, your luck is going to run out. And I…” Your voice faltered for half a second before you force it steady. “I’m not going to be there to pull you back.”

Ollie finally stood, stretching like he hadn’t just been verbally eviscerated. He waited a beat longer, letting the silence settle, then smiled, soft, warm, and entirely too amused.

“You done?” he asked gently.

You glare at him. “Do not smile at me.”

“I can’t help it,” he said, hands up in surrender. “You only yell like that when you’re scared.”

“I was angry.”

“Terrified,” he corrected, stepping closer. “Because you care.”