It had been tense in the mansion since Oliver found out about Malcolm being Theas' father, he avoided his mother as much as possible, and even though the house was so large he found it stifling. Then after the encounter in his office this evening he knew he had to leave. He walked up to Theas' room and knocked on the door.
"Come in," she said in her usual after work exhaustion. She was doing a wonderful job running the club but with everything that had happened recently he could see she was drained. He didn't want to leave her here, but he also knew that he couldn't stay.
"Hi Thea," he started and she must have seen on his face that he was going to say something she didn't want to hear.
"Is everything ok? Mom?" she interjected before he had the time to continue.
Holding up his hand to stop her he said, "Mom's fine, everything is fine, I just wanted to talk to you about something." He paused; this was going to be harder than he thought. "I've been thinking about moving out, getting my own place in the city. I just wanted to see how you would feel about that. I know we haven't spent enough time since I got back and I didn't want you to think I was abandoning you again?"
To his surprise Thea started to laugh, "What is so funny?" he asked puzzled.
"Oli, you are almost 30 years old and you still live with your Mom; it's about time you move out".
"Really, so you think it's a good idea? I thought this would be harder".
"In case you hadn't noticed Oli, I'm not a child anymore, besides I'll still see you. So do you need help finding an apartment, so exciting?"
Oliver chuckled, "Thank you, no actually I have already found something, I will be moving out this weekend".
"Good. Oh, did I hear you say house warming, well Oli, I think that is a wonderful idea, I'll take care of everything," Thea quipped.
"Sounds perfect Thea, thank you," Oliver said on his way out of the room.
Happy that it went so well with Thea, there were a few more people Oliver needed to talk to. He made his way to the living room where he found his mother. It had been icy between them lately and Moira trying to persuade Felicity to betray him, for a second time, only enhanced his feelings of animosity towards her.
"Darling, you are home," Moira said as he walked in, it still surprised him how she could put on that smile, that she had done nothing wrong, even when it was just the two of them.
"Mother," he said, void of emotion. "I have just come to inform you that I will be moving out this weekend. I have found a place in the city."
Moira looked taken aback. She must have seen this coming, Oliver thought, she couldn't possibly thing that I would stay here after everything she has done.
"I suppose Felicity found it for you?" Moira's words hissed like a snake. "That girl is no good for you Oliver, she had been trying to come between the people who love you since you met. You must know that she is just a gold digger with a crush, I don't know how you let her get this involved in your life, but it needs to come to an end."
"You cannot be serious; did we not just go over this earlier this evening? Felicity is my friend, nothing more, and one of the only people in my life who always tells' me the truth. Not that you would know anything about telling the truth. Regardless, moving out was my idea, it is not up for discussion. Oh, and just to be clear, Felicity is off limits, if she gets so much as a paper cut you will have me to deal with. "
"Oliver," Moira started, but he cut her off, "Good night Moira".
The next day in the lair Oliver told, Diggle, Sara and Felicity of his decision to move out. Sara and Diggle seemed happy about it, but Felicity became quiet, more quiet than usual and that was saying something, since the incident in the office the lair had seemed overcrowded and suspiciously calm. Sara and Felicity didn't so much as look at each other, not that he could blame them.
Oliver had confronted Sara about taking part in the 'Felicity intervention' and she had said that the only reason she was there was too keep up appearances, people may become suspicious if Olivers' new girlfriend wasn't jealous of his attractive secretary, and Felicity said that she understood, but things were far from copasetic.
Diggle congratulated him and Sara moved towards him, giving him a kiss and speaking into his ear (although loudly enough for the others to hear), "remember to leave a drawer open for me".
Oliver was surprised by the comment, he didn't think their relationship was at that point yet, they both still had so much to figure out. All he could manage was, "Of course," and a weak smile. From where he was standing he could see Felicity visible tense at the interaction. It hurt him, almost physically, to see her like this. But she was with Barry, even if he is in a coma, and although Oliver loves her it is platonic, he could never think of her like that. He hated that she was in pain, he wanted to so badly to protect her.