*the next day*
The elevator reaches Oliver's floor, and he looks up at Clark and I. "Who are we dealing with? Jekyll or Hyde," Clark asks. Oliver chuckles.
"Just plain old Oliver today, Clark," Oliver sighs.
"You haven't broken any glasses. That's a good sign," I say.
"Right," he nods.
"What made you come to your senses," I ask.
"Actually... you guys did. This whole time I just wanted to be like Clark Kent, you know? I wanted to, uh... I wanted to have the ability to bring justice to the world without having to worry about getting killed in the process," he admits, before standing up. "And then something occurred to me, and I realized that, uh... Clark Kent would never take another man's life. I came within an inch of doing just that," he continues, looking at Clark. "I'm not even in your league."
"Oliver, you do a lot of good in this world. You don't need to be indestructible to be a hero," Clark says.
"Yeah. No, you're right, you're right. Yeah, um, I should be thankful for who I am, right? And that abilities that I have. I know that."
"Me too," Clark sighs.
"Clark, can Oliver and I have a moment alone," I ask, looking up at him.
"Of course," he nods, walking toward the elevator. "I'll see you at home." I nod, and he leaves, leaving just me and Oliver.
"Callie... I--I'm so sorry for hurting you. If I had known it was you and thought before I acted--," he starts.
"It's okay. I knew not to sneak up on you, but I did, anyways. It wasn't your fault. You weren't yourself," I sigh.
"Still, if something had happened to you--"
"But it didn't," I Interrupt him.
"Is your back okay?"
"I'll be fine. I've been through worse," I assure him. "Oliver, you know that I... I do like you, right? Just... there's something happening to me, and I don't want you to get hurt," I say.
"I know... but I'm willing to take that risk, just like you were with me. You knew I was dangerous, but that didn't stop you from being there for me," he points out.
"I know..."
"Please... Just give it a chance. I know it's complicated, and I know there's a lot I don't understand about you, and I never will. I just... I want to be in your life, I want to be a part of your life," he admits.
"I know, but... now's just not the right time. I want you to be in my life, but can we just be friends? For now, at least?"
"If that's what you want, then... I'm okay with it," he gives in.
"Really?"
"As long as I can be in your life, then, yes," he nods.
"Good. Now, come on, you can't be alone on Thanksgiving," I say. "You're coming to my Thanksgiving at the farm, and you can't say no."
He chuckles at me. "Okay."
