Oliver might have ghosted someone else, might have retreated to a quiet and dark space to collect his thoughts.
But this is Sara.

He couldn't run from her any faster than he could run from himself. Another smile as he tips back a drink in salute to the pride in her voice. He can set aside the pain and the confusion, he can set everything aside in favor of the pride in her voice and the smile on her face.

"It looks good on you Sara." Being a leader. Being everything that Oliver had always seen in her.

At least he's not saying 'I told you so'?

"I like it."