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"No really, go right ahead, Oliver. Get changed in the middle of the room" you muttered, sarcasm practically dripping from your voice as you turned to look away. "I don't remember you ever having a problem with me getting changed in front of you before the island" Oliver replied in a jesting tone as he continues to change. "Yeah well..." you trailed off, playing with some random gadget the team had left in the hideout. "In fact," Oliver's voice was much softer this time, and seemingly far closer, "I seem to recall something about being, what was it now, 'so far from your type I was practically a different species'" he grinned. Turning to look at him you were caught off guard at just how close he was. And there it was, that smarmy grin you used to take pride in knocking off his face with some sharp comment. But it was different now, the arrogance that once sat in his features was gone, and oh how far away it was now. He looked older now, and not just because of the years. No, he had grown up. His time on the island, his time back in Starling City, it had caused him to age in a way you couldn't put your finger on. A smirk rose to his lips and you suddenly realised you had been staring. A blush rose to your cheeks as you took a step back, and that was when you realised, he was still shirtless. The scars on his body practically jumped out at you and you couldn't help but wonder what horrors had caused them to take residence there. But no, this was not the time nor the place. Clearing your throat you turn away once more, determined, focused. "Put a shirt on, Oliver. I can't imagine it's good manners to be shirtless in your own club when the patrons have to be clothed."
