There will no doubt come a time when Oliver will have to withdraw from everyone. Not just to process it, but to deal with the emotions that come along with learning that Sara is alive, that the ones he cared about were far further ahead in the timeline. He hadn't allowed himself to grieve the night that Sara had been killed because the others needed him to remain steady and certain and sooner or later that emotional bill is going to come due.

But he could pay for that in his own time.
Alone.

They understand one another, well enough that Oliver doesn't protest when she offers the space again. They both know that one day he will need it. Just not tonight.

"Thanks. I'll remember."

Another smile meant only for her. "For now how about you share those knives?"