[He's so caught in his thoughts that it takes him a moment to realize that she's a) speaking to him and b) actually asking a question and c) what she's referring to. Oliver's eyes follow hers to his wrist and quickly, much too quickly to be smooth, he pulls his sweatshirt's sleeve down over the mark.]
[The comment "I didn't know gigolo was in your job description" is on the tip of her tongue, but that's mean, too mean and very untrue. She knows he actually cares for everyone more deeply then he'll ever let on. She's just mad and biting remarks aren't going to make her feel any better.
From behind monitors she reaches for her own covered wrist and frowns. Part of the job, no it's not. It's not part of the job to get red marks on you - even if apparently all of them do have at least one. That's completely beside the point.]
[Oliver sighs more to himself than to her and raises his eyebrows just a little bit, just enough to qualify as a look. Like really, does she want to get into this? Or does she want to pass it off as a scar from his job and leave it at that? Because that's what he would like to do. And Oliver Queen is very good at lying to himself when he wants to.]
I get bumped and bruised and cut all the time, Felicity. That's all it is.
[She will meet his look with a look of her own that is an attempt to say Really. You really are an idiot and you're really not fooling anyone and can I poke it? If I poke it like, five times will you stop being a jerk and suddenly acting like I can't handle being on a date where an explosion almost killed us? I've been through way worse.
She's pretty sure her look didn't actually manage to convey all that. Which is also probably a good thing.]
Right.
[She presses her lips together tightly, turning back to the monitors.]
Just another scar.
[The staccato way she says the words makes it seem like she's not finished. She's not, but she's not going to say it out loud. In her head she's screaming at him, for being a jerk. She's been doing a lot of that recently. In her head at least.]
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:3
It's just part of the job.
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From behind monitors she reaches for her own covered wrist and frowns. Part of the job, no it's not. It's not part of the job to get red marks on you - even if apparently all of them do have at least one. That's completely beside the point.]
Seriously? Because that's a really crappy cover.
[She lets out a puff of indigent air.]
Like my dog ate my homework crappy.
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I get bumped and bruised and cut all the time, Felicity. That's all it is.
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She's pretty sure her look didn't actually manage to convey all that. Which is also probably a good thing.]
Right.
[She presses her lips together tightly, turning back to the monitors.]
Just another scar.
[The staccato way she says the words makes it seem like she's not finished. She's not, but she's not going to say it out loud. In her head she's screaming at him, for being a jerk. She's been doing a lot of that recently. In her head at least.]