[Annnd he looks appropriately lost. There's an attempt to find words, one that ends in a soft exhalation that's not quite a cough.
Oliver moves to the fridge, keeping his distance, though he's not sure if he's doing that for himself or for her.] No. I don't. And I don't... have a daughter.
[He pulls one of the bottles of water from the fridge and nudges it over her way before claiming one for himself. All of what he says now is public knowledge - nothing to risk. Besides, there's something in her reaction that says she's not lying. At the very least she doesn't think she is.] My mother's name is Moira Queen. My father's name was Robert. He died five years ago. My sister is named Thea.
[Another bout of hesitance.] My friends call me Ollie.
[And drinking that water now, while he tries to keep himself from analyzing her features, looking for similarities. This is impossible. Utterly impossible.]
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Oliver moves to the fridge, keeping his distance, though he's not sure if he's doing that for himself or for her.] No. I don't. And I don't... have a daughter.
[He pulls one of the bottles of water from the fridge and nudges it over her way before claiming one for himself. All of what he says now is public knowledge - nothing to risk. Besides, there's something in her reaction that says she's not lying. At the very least she doesn't think she is.] My mother's name is Moira Queen. My father's name was Robert. He died five years ago. My sister is named Thea.
[Another bout of hesitance.] My friends call me Ollie.
[And drinking that water now, while he tries to keep himself from analyzing her features, looking for similarities. This is impossible. Utterly impossible.]