"John," Oliver answered and hoped that would be the end of it. It was a long and complicated story and he didn't fancy telling it, especially now that she was actually here and had agreed to both food and a drink. He poured her a couple of fingers and topped off his own before turning to hand her the drink. Maybe it would be better to move onto another topic before she could ask what the story behind the comment was. He'd been talking about her, but that was the last thing he wanted to say.
He glanced down at the array she was laying out and actually smiled. She'd remembered what he liked. Granted, it was one of their more go to foods for curling up on the couch and... and he really didn't need to be thinking of their extended vacation right now. That was a very slippery slope.
Thinking about Ivy Town would remind him of how some of those nights had inevitably ended and maybe Felicity was here, but that was definitely not why she'd come. Probably not why she'd come.
"I'm glad you brought the plates. I can't imagine trying to eat those without them." And it wasn't like they had a full kitchen down here and the small kitchen upstairs had long since been cleaned out.
John was a good answer. A safe answer. Because Felicity knows that no matter what Oliver had meant to communicate in that text, John Diggle wasn’t someone he’d text to make fun of her, or complain about what a terrible person she was.
But even if he did do any of those things though, she couldn’t really blame him. Still, when she first got his misfire, it had hurt a little. It made her feel like he was moving on — to the point where he could make jokes about her — and Felicity knows that it’s devastatingly unfair and she had no right to feel that way, especially not when she was the one who broke up with him. But she still loves him. That part wasn’t going to change anytime soon. She still loves him and she’s not ready to see him move on.
Felicity’s fingers wrap around her glass and she takes a little sip before she pulls back her chair and sits. When he mentions trying to eat the food without plates, she laughs, leaving an amused smile on her face.
“Kind of reminds me … “ She glances up at him, realizing now that she shouldn’t just say the first thing that comes to mind, but she’s already started her sentence. “… of when we first moved to Ivy Town, and we tried to drink soup off of plates.”
Her mouth curls up into an empathetic pout. “It was a dark time for kitchenware.” They’d just moved in and the moving truck had been delayed. In terms of supplies, all they had that night was a pot, some cans of soup and a few plates. In retrospect, they probably should have just drank the soup straight out of the pot.
She looks at him, like somehow all in one glance she could communicate that she really does miss it. All of it. Him. Sitting next to him instead of across the table from him like she was doing now. It’s not something she means to say, but she can’t help but feel it.
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Date: 2016-09-01 03:12 am (UTC)He glanced down at the array she was laying out and actually smiled. She'd remembered what he liked. Granted, it was one of their more go to foods for curling up on the couch and... and he really didn't need to be thinking of their extended vacation right now. That was a very slippery slope.
Thinking about Ivy Town would remind him of how some of those nights had inevitably ended and maybe Felicity was here, but that was definitely not why she'd come. Probably not why she'd come.
"I'm glad you brought the plates. I can't imagine trying to eat those without them." And it wasn't like they had a full kitchen down here and the small kitchen upstairs had long since been cleaned out.
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Date: 2016-09-20 03:24 am (UTC)But even if he did do any of those things though, she couldn’t really blame him. Still, when she first got his misfire, it had hurt a little. It made her feel like he was moving on — to the point where he could make jokes about her — and Felicity knows that it’s devastatingly unfair and she had no right to feel that way, especially not when she was the one who broke up with him. But she still loves him. That part wasn’t going to change anytime soon. She still loves him and she’s not ready to see him move on.
Felicity’s fingers wrap around her glass and she takes a little sip before she pulls back her chair and sits. When he mentions trying to eat the food without plates, she laughs, leaving an amused smile on her face.
“Kind of reminds me … “ She glances up at him, realizing now that she shouldn’t just say the first thing that comes to mind, but she’s already started her sentence. “… of when we first moved to Ivy Town, and we tried to drink soup off of plates.”
Her mouth curls up into an empathetic pout. “It was a dark time for kitchenware.” They’d just moved in and the moving truck had been delayed. In terms of supplies, all they had that night was a pot, some cans of soup and a few plates. In retrospect, they probably should have just drank the soup straight out of the pot.
She looks at him, like somehow all in one glance she could communicate that she really does miss it. All of it. Him. Sitting next to him instead of across the table from him like she was doing now. It’s not something she means to say, but she can’t help but feel it.