he doesn’t push the subject, he knows better than to force a conversation out of allison, his best bet is irritating her to the point where she caves & TALKS. before her departure, they were so eager to share their secrets, their aspirations, so open with one another — now he looked at allison & saw nothing but the ghost of everything they used to be. oliver watches the arrow miss the target & takes a few steps forward.
’ so i’m guessing putting a picture of me & aiming for my forehead will probably improve your aim? you’re out of practice. ‘
to make a point, allison turned her back on oliver. she can tell he’s trying to get under her skin. provoke her into an outburst. but she’s determined not to let it. before she left, she wouldn’t have hesitated to freely let the brunt of her ire out at him. but now? she kept her words clipped, brief. she bit her tongue— because it hurt too much not to.
❛ you could try standing in front of it. that might help. ❜
