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[oliverplus]

[in the library, Oliver is sitting in one of two large armchairs with a side table between them. he doesn't have a book in front of him, though--he's just holding his black datapad, furiously typing something into it. on the table next to him is a cup of tea and a plate of scones, although they're no longer as warm as they were when he first started. he appears to have taken exactly three bites out of one of the scones, but the cup of tea has been reduced to half-full. at least it's not going to waste]

[Oliver himself is completely oblivious to his surroundings. he's so focused on what he's doing that, most likely, he won't even hear anyone approaching. but he doesn't seem to mind that at the moment; his expression is one of concentration. he looks tired, too. it seems all of the events on the Plane recently are taking their toll on him]

[muttering to himself] Damnit, I can't remember. They're my friends! I should know all this...

[does anyone care to interrupt whatever he's working so hard on?]

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[oliverplus]

And she's my friend, too. So thanks.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. And I'm glad. That you're her friend. She doesn't have many in Camelot.

Not that people don't like her. [Gwen added that on quickly, trying to correct herself.] Of course they do. But it's hard for a queen to make friends.

[oliverplus]

[surprised] Ah...yeah. I bet...

[firmly] Well, she's got plenty friends here. And we'll still be here when she's ready! You know, to come back.

[onperfectlips.livejournal.com]

I'm make sure she knows that.

[oliverplus]

[he smiles, though there's still concern in his expression] Thanks, Gwen. I hope she comes back soon.