Just five days ago, the two of them had been traveling the world together, wrapped up in each other's arms day and night, and then suddenly, Felicity had woken up from that fairytale and was told that it had been a dream. It had been a glitch. She'd questioned herself during that painful orientation, trying to figure out if any of it had been real. If Oliver had been real. But ultimately, Felicity had always known that she wouldn't be able to accept what the Computer was trying to sell her as truth. She'd loved too deeply and hurt too strongly for it all to be fake.

So right now, when Felicity feels his arms wrap around her, for a second, her lower lip trembles. She's kept her head high for five consecutive days — acting stronger and tougher than she thought she ever could be in a world like this. She's had her guard up, trying to adjust, while also trying to make sure this place doesn't change the person she really is. But despite her best efforts, there has never been a minute here when Felicity felt truly safe. Until now.

She feels the tiny prickle of his chin against her forehead and the reassuring pressure of his arms around her body, and all Felicity can think about is how much she feels at home when she's with him. She loves Oliver so much that it hurts and she means to answer his questions — she really does. But instead, she tilts her head up and nuzzles her way past his neck and his chin, her nose brushing lightly over his cheek until her lips finds his.