<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"Oliver, I'm the last person you have to tell all of that. But, it doesn't matter how uncomfortable you are with talking. You need to talk to your son, for his  safety. Do you <i>really </i>want to become a grandparent within the next few years, when hormones will be running your son's brain? God, I hated that age. Sex, sex, sex, was always on the brain. For me, and everyone else. Who was having it? Who wasn't having it? Was it a good idea? Who'd make a good turn in the sack? What about condoms? What about STD's?"<br/>
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"What about pregnancy? What about being called a slut? Teeangers are the timebombs from hell. I don't envy you with that. However, maybe you should call Felicity within the next few days and possibly save yourself the melt down. Maybe she already talked to him about this kind of thing. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 128, 255)">And if that's the case, then just take an hour to follow <br/>
up and see if he's got questions." </span></span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 128, 255)"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px">She pushed her blonde hair out of her face and made a face at him when he abruptly changed the subject. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood and will let you get away with changing the subject."<br/>
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"But just so you know, you won't get out of it that easily when you talk to your son." The blonde sighed and then said, "4 eggs for me, and 2 pieces of bacon. Thanks. As for my plans for the day, I'll be kickboxing at the gym. I still feel like I need to hit something and that's as good as place as any to do it." A soft smile came to her lips when Oliver said that he would always make time for her. "I know, Ollie. And thank you." She walked over to him a moment later, and stood on her tiptoes and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. <br/>
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When Sara stepped away again, and he asked how she was feeling, she simply shrugged, not sure what he expected her to say. "The same as usual: Sad, angry, bitter. Like I constantly wanna bash someone's head in." </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 128, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px">She looked at Oliver for a moment. "Want me to go wake the kid for breakfast?"<br/>
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Roy could see it clearly in her eyes. She was lying to him. About what, he didn't know. But he knew how to read people, especially their eyes. He'd learned a lot from his relationship with Thea, and his time with the team. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out. So he simply closed it, and pulled Serena<br/>
into a hug. One of these days he was going to lose her, that was his fear. It had happened with his parents, and it had happened with Thea. He didn't have the best luck <br/>
with relationships of any kind.<br/>
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Familial, friends, romantic ones. He knew that she wasn't taking him seriously, and that caused him to worry even more. But instead of once again objecting to whatever she was up to, he just held her. And hoped that she wouldn't get killed with whatever she was doing. He cared about Serena. Was even starting to think he was in love with her. <br/>
And losing her would be more than he could take at this point. So he kept his concern, worries, and opinions to himself. He didn't want to distract her. Distractions got you killed. <br/>
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Especially when you lived in Starling City and had to deal with the kind of things they dealt with on a regular basis.When Serena smiled and kissed him, he kissed her back, and forced a smile onto his face, to keep her from realizing his true thoughts. When she mentioned breakfast, he pulled away from her. "How about I make you breakfast? <br/>
What are you hungry for?" The thought of eating anything right now made his stomach churn, so he wasn't going to. But that didn't mean he couldn't do something nice <br/>
for his girlfriend. <br/>
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Her promise to be careful didn't hold much weight. It wasn't up to her whether she lived or died or not, but more likely anyone who saw her as a problem or potential problem. But again, Roy didn't say that. He didn't want to argue. He did smile at her when she said that he was the best thing to ever happen to her. "I know what you mean, I feel the same about you." He turned away after speaking and started getting out everything to cook. A few minutes later, as he stood there with the eggs going, he was glad his back was to her, so that she couldn't see the strained expression on his face.<br/>
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"Yeah, it's a good thing you never have to worry about that." The words hurt to say, and they stuck in his throat on the way out. He hated lying to her, and he hated even more, using the same excuse that Oliver had been using for years. That he kept his identity a secret to keep the people he cared about safe. But that's what he had to do to protect her, or Serena would go through the same kind of hell that Felicity and William had gone through while Oliver was in jail. He started cooking and got lost in his thoughts.</span></span></span>