They can do this. They can drink and throw knives and pretend that time hasn't fractured apart beneath them and Oliver can drink and try to ignore the gulf between them. The one where Sara has died, lives again and becomes captain of a time ship and he.. he doesn't know what happens to him. To them. It's not something he can bridge with just a touch, even if he wants to.
So he lets her tease him, accepting the knife with a fond smile of his own. At least weapons were a certainty. Something that he could hold and use and understand.
He'll slip away tonight. He'll find somewhere alone. But not just yet.
As Sara chides him he just laughs, saluting her with his drink before letting fly with the knife. "You would think."
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They can drink and throw knives and pretend that time hasn't fractured apart beneath them and Oliver can drink and try to ignore the gulf between them. The one where Sara has died, lives again and becomes captain of a time ship and he.. he doesn't know what happens to him. To them.
It's not something he can bridge with just a touch, even if he wants to.
So he lets her tease him, accepting the knife with a fond smile of his own. At least weapons were a certainty. Something that he could hold and use and understand.
He'll slip away tonight. He'll find somewhere alone.
But not just yet.
As Sara chides him he just laughs, saluting her with his drink before letting fly with the knife. "You would think."