Oliver doesn't understand. He doesn't know what Sara's life has been because he's so far behind everyone and it's frustrating beyond measure. But in any time, in any world, if Sara needs him Oliver will always be there. Always reach out to hold her.
He might not understand the reasons in her past that drive her to cling, that drive her fingers to dig in a little tighter, but Oliver doesn't have to. He simply has to be there because she needs it.
A Captain, a leader, they can't fall apart in front of the team and it's a lesson they both know too well.
Sara couldn't grieve when Martin had fallen in battle. Oliver couldn't grieve when Sara had fallen. Because the people that looked up to them, the people that counted on and depended on them needed them to remain steady and strong.
But alone, in this sterile little apartment that doesn't feel like home, he can wrap his arms around her. He can breathe a little easier. Because Sara will always be home to him.
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He might not understand the reasons in her past that drive her to cling, that drive her fingers to dig in a little tighter, but Oliver doesn't have to. He simply has to be there because she needs it.
A Captain, a leader, they can't fall apart in front of the team and it's a lesson they both know too well.
Sara couldn't grieve when Martin had fallen in battle. Oliver couldn't grieve when Sara had fallen. Because the people that looked up to them, the people that counted on and depended on them needed them to remain steady and strong.
But alone, in this sterile little apartment that doesn't feel like home, he can wrap his arms around her. He can breathe a little easier. Because Sara will always be home to him.