“Don’t smell me. There’s no deodorant that can mask this.” Oliver/Mick?
The Cave is always a welcome spot of respite at the end of a long night of patrol, and Oliver certainly needs it tonight.
“I want to take a five hour shower.” grumbles Curtis, as they make their way inside from the van.
“Tell me about it.” says Dinah, and swipes her hand across her forehead, in a vain attempt to get the sweat out of her eyes.
Rene, who slumped over so his head was pillowed on Curtis’ thigh about 30 seconds after he sat down and promptly fell asleep as soon as the air conditioning was on, says nothing.
It’s over 100 degrees in Star, and has been all week. The air hangs heavy with unfallen rain, and the pavement is so seeped in heat it doesn’t fade overnight. Oliver wants to die, a little. He’s also aware he’s been sweating while standing still, so a full patrol means he must be utterly drenched.
Naturally, this means that this is the night the Legends have pulled into Star and Mick is lounging against a pillar in his usual ‘come fight me’ kind of way. Oliver and Mick have been keeping their relationship quiet - Oliver’s not sure he’s ready for the screaming argument he’ll inevitably have with Felicity, or the slightly awkward conversation with William, or for Curtis’ sweet but still bang-my-head-against-the-wall excitement about the not-straight membership of the team going up. But to be perfectly honest, looking at Mick, at the dark circles around his eyes and the slumped set of his shoulders, Oliver doesn’t care anymore.
Mick looks mildly surprised by the hug, before Oliver’s buried his head in Mick’s shoulder and can’t see his face anymore.
“Hi.” says Mick, and wraps his arms around Oliver’s shoulders.
“Hi.” says Oliver. “Don’t smell me. There’s no deodorant that can mask this.”
Mick laughs, and squeezes a little tighter.
“Missed you.” says Oliver, into Mick’s shoulder, where only Mick can hear it.
“Missed you too.” says Mick, into Oliver’s hair. “Shower?”
“Only if you’re coming too.”
