It had been a long, long time, Jason half expected the place to be empty of the space princess and the archer when he came back, he licked his lips and ran his hand through his hair, once a shag was not tightly shone at the sides with the top still a mess. He had disappeared on his outlaws.. He had been forced to... For the safety of the two people he loved the most. He looked around, wondering if anyone was home.
Sleep wasn’t something that came easy for Roy Harper, never had, least not without a drink or two to help it along, and less so after she’d started trying to play hero ( one more out of a long list of things she held Oliver Queen personally responsible for.) So she grabbed sleep whenever (and wherever) she could; and if that meant passing out mid-day on the couch while nursing a couple of bruised ribs well, she would take it. And be more than willing to kill anyone who disrupted that. Which was why (coupled with a killer instinct that verged on paranoia) the second she heard a stirring of movement in the other room, her hands reached out a grab the bow that was never far from her side.
She stood, and made her way, as stealthy as she could given her sleep ladden state, to the entrance way; arrow nocked, and bow raised, primed to shoot at the figure that was, clearly, not Kori. For a moment, Roy blinked certain that her bleary eyes were playing tricks on her; and uncertain whether or not she was dreaming and uncertain as to whether or not she wanted that to be true. “Jason?” The voice came out less threatening than she’d intended and more of the bewildered hurt girl she’d been when he disappeared. She hated that. Hated anything that would give him the slightest hope that he was still welcome after all that. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”
