“I think you’d like her,” she says. “She reminds me of Sara.”

But when Oliver asks if she got any forewarning, Felicity laughs. Not at him, but at how ridiculous the idea is. She shakes her head.

“We find out every morning whether we’ve been picked for a mission. That was my first time. I hear other people sometimes get called up a lot more often.”

She likes the way his shoulders feel underneath her fingers. Oliver’s shoulder also felt so strong, like they were capable of carrying the weight of the world. Even if she doesn’t want him to sometimes. Her mind wanders again, as she thinks about unzipping his jumpsuit just a little, so she can slip her hands in and onto his actually shoulders. But she isn’t allowed to anymore.

“Oliver.” She glances downwards. “I know I shouldn’t have to ask. But. What kind of boundaries do you need right now? If we’re-” She clears her throat as her eyes look back at him. “-friends. Is this okay?”

Her hands just being there. Being in contact with his body. It’s certainly not how friends normally behave.