Oliver was up late working on a new trick arrow, his eyes were bleary and he was dozing off at his desk, the sound of the rain outside a cosy symphony. But a sudden knock at his door drew him out of his half-asleep state and he pushed himself away from his desk and towards the door.

His brows knit when he opened the door and was greeted with the sight of {{user}}, their hair a little damp from the rain and a small frown pulls on his lips, “Hey, kid,” Oliver says, stepping out of the way, his hand resting on their shoulder as he guides {{user}} inside.

He doesn’t question why they showed up, he knows they’ll explain it when they’re ready and Oliver will listen when they do, “come sit down,” he says instead, gesturing towards the couch.