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overbowedAdmittedly it hadn't been the best reaction, though Oliver Queen wasn't known for having moderate reactions to anything startling. He was better with arms length, anything to keep people back and away from the core of things. Even the ones closest to him, the ones he trusted with his life. Diggle was quite possibly the chief offender in getting under his skin. He was the only one who knew the majority of his secrets and as things got... blurry it had been hard to keep the boundaries he'd set up right from the start.
For one thing, he was always Diggle. Or Dig. For the most part Oliver pretended his first name didn't even exist. It was a line in the sand and as time went and and they became closer it was harder to remember. The problem was that eventually it had slipped out. It didn't matter that they were alone. It didn't matter that it had been something quiet mumbled between kisses in the basement of the club. It certainly didn't matter that the only one who heard Oliver call him John was the man himself. It was the line crossed.
Maybe walking out hadn't been the best plan but it happened and Oliver spent the next 24 hours avoiding his own bodyguard. It was cowardice on his part. The lives of people he... of people he cared about were at risk. A partner, a friend was just as at risk but he had convinced himself it would hurt less if it was kept simple. Clearly his heart hadn't gotten that memo.
He returned to the lair the next evening, his nerve not quite back but he knew it was impossible to evade John- Diggle forever. It didn't make things any less awkward as he cleared his throat.
"...Diggle. We should probably talk."
For one thing, he was always Diggle. Or Dig. For the most part Oliver pretended his first name didn't even exist. It was a line in the sand and as time went and and they became closer it was harder to remember. The problem was that eventually it had slipped out. It didn't matter that they were alone. It didn't matter that it had been something quiet mumbled between kisses in the basement of the club. It certainly didn't matter that the only one who heard Oliver call him John was the man himself. It was the line crossed.
Maybe walking out hadn't been the best plan but it happened and Oliver spent the next 24 hours avoiding his own bodyguard. It was cowardice on his part. The lives of people he... of people he cared about were at risk. A partner, a friend was just as at risk but he had convinced himself it would hurt less if it was kept simple. Clearly his heart hadn't gotten that memo.
He returned to the lair the next evening, his nerve not quite back but he knew it was impossible to evade John- Diggle forever. It didn't make things any less awkward as he cleared his throat.
"...Diggle. We should probably talk."
