He said nothing when she first apologized for the loss of Kara. The loss was still recent, but Oliver realized that the loss was mostly a political one. What he missed about Kara was her power. After what had happened recently, her power would have been a huge asset to keep things together, but now that wasn't an option. Oliver had to hold things together with what little he had left, which was why securing Caitlin was such a big deal.<br/><br/>When she took his hand, he allowed her to move him over to the couch and sat down beside her. It was interesting that her conditioning had created a series of memories where they had flirted and toyed with the idea of being intimate. He had known the conditioning would give her memories of them being best friends, but hadn't been sure what else it wold do. Perhaps it was a sign that she had something of a crush on the Oliver Queen of her world, an idea that gave Oliver a sense of revulsion. The man was weak, undeserving of her affections.<br/><br/>"I'm going to be okay," he promised her, though part of that was because of her, no doubt. "Kara and I, honestly, we haven't been close in a long time. I was obsessed with keeping things together, and she was obsessed with keeping things orderly. Both of our obsessions were necessary, but they didn't leave much in terms of time for relaxing or being close. In a lot of ways, we were more like partners than we were husband and wife." She seemed to have expected as much, at least in the back of her mind, based on her earlier line of questioning.<br/><br/>"I'm not hurt too bad. Just a little bruised up." He lifted his shirt to prove it, revealing the large bruise at the center of his chest. It was already healing, but it would be a day or two before he was at 100%. Not that it mattered, as he doubted there would be much in the way of fighting in the next day or so. The rebels were occupied elsewhere, and the heroes from the other world were long gone. There was no battle to fight at the moment, just some pieces to pick up.