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Characters: Oliver Queen, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Rikki Barnes, Zatanna Zatara, Steph Brown, OPEN TO OTHERS.
Date: Starting early April and serving as a catch-all log for general threads during the month.
Location: EVERYWHAR.
Situation: EVERYTHING...?
Warnings/Rating: None at the moment, will change as necessary.

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[He's working extra hard on deliveries. It's good to, after feeling so useless sitting around and doing (to him) nothing. The ring is beginning warn him of his exhaustion and nutrient levels, but he's still good for now.

(The food is still going to Wally. And Tommy, when he can spare extras.)

He doesn't really pay attention to his surroundings. Which is why, when handing over supplies to the clerk at small clinic, he doesn't quite notice who he's walked into until it's too late.

They've seen each other at work and Kyle has kept his distance. He's still not sure if this... is something he wants to repair. Or if it's even worth it. They're both obstinate.

Yet, it's with considerably less barb that he speaks to Oliver.] Hey. How are you doing?

[He has a load of cloth - towels, bandages, bedclothes - to take to the wash, all bundled in his arms. It cushions their impact and gives him something to keep between the two of them.

He considers the question before he answers it.] Fine.

[That isn't an answer.] Better. I'm... better.

Good. [He means it, and he's just glad there's... something making sure they're not completely in each other's personal space worse than currently.] You haven't been home.

[He may have come by to check.]

[A blink, while he runs through the possible reasons Kyle might have to go to his apartment. Zatanna, Jack. It would be easy enough to knock on Oliver's door in passing.]

No. [Talkativeness thy name is Oliver.]

Why not?

[Wow he'd rather talk to a brick wall at this rate.]

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I couldn't... sleep there. [Or keep from being tense enough to snap at the smallest noise.]

[He frowns, processing all this. He and Connor had been worried, but as long as Oliver was sleeping and eating fine-] No issues with the locals or anything?

[A bandage is sliding free of his grip, unnoticed.] No more than usual.

[If he sounds confused it's because he is.]

[Kyle foregoes a reply in favour of catching it, and attempting to steady the pile Oliver's carrying.]

[He flinches back, but not enough to drop anything.]

[A beat.]

Thanks.

Welcome.

[He doesn't add: you know I'll always be here if you need anything despite any personal differences because it's just not relevant, and maybe he's tired of being rejected. His patience was never infinite.

You can take a horse to water.

So he shrugs.] Take care of yourself.

Wait- How's. How's Connor? [Because through this whole mess, that's been the thing eating at him the most. It was weird before, having a sort-of-son his own age around. Now he's not even sure how to approach the man.]

[He raises an eyebrow, and tilts his head, and in genuine confusion:] What's to stop you from going and asking yourself?

Does he want me to? [Confusion for confusion.] After...

[He tilts his head in a motion meant to indicate all of that, since his arms are full.] I mean he... His dad... I know what that. Feels like. And I'm not exactly- I'm not him. But I mean, I am, but I'm not, which. It doesn't help, probably.

[Okay shutting up.]

[He furrows a brow, still confused. Of course, Connor had said it hurt, but they were grown up enough to move past such things. Unlike Kyle, who still saw the other Oliver Queen, sometimes.] Why wouldn't he? ['Why wouldn't I?'] Those kind of things... [He frowns, nearly saying 'you're better', and trails off, thinking of a good substitute. Coming up with nothing.]

Because... [Reasons? He's himself? Connor is Connor? Instead of an answer:] Did you thank him for me?

I did. [Even if the whole 'promised not to yell' hadn't gone that great. He was trying.

Awk. Ward.]

[He doesn't ask what Connor said. Even if he wants to - half wants to. The other half of him is scared what it might have been.]

Thanks.

[He shifts the bundle in his arms.] I should... some of these have blood on them. Kind of gross.

[He shrugs.] Okay. If you need anything [who was he kidding Oliver wasn't ever going to ask for help he would just show up via skylight and creep in the living room] see you around, I guess.

[Accurate assessment tbqh.]

Yeah.

[AWKWARD TURTLE.]

I guess.

['Somebody's gotta keep him honest,' he'd said to Connor, all those years ago.

He wonders if it's applicable now.] Take care, then.

[With that, just. Slinking away, trying not to trip on anything.]

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