That was the reaction Oliver had been expecting, and it's comforting, in a way. Felicity displays everything she feels, and he wants to be able to do the same, to react in disbelief, to throw his hands in the air and ask the universe what the hell it thinks its doing, but his arms are heavy at his sides and he lets Felicity tug him along.

When he sits, Oliver leans forward, elbows on his knees. "I'm some kind of superhero. The Green Arrow."