Oliver had not known what he was about to walk in to. What had been said, what Serenity was feeling, he did not know. He was tentative, because he knew he could well be the worst person in the world to Serenity right now. She might hate him for interfering, or else want solitude from him until she knew how to process it all. He'd blame her for none of that, should the time come.
But as he sat before her, and saw the tears forming in Serenity's eyes, Oliver couldn't help but feel he'd done the complete opposite of what he'd set out to achieve that day. He'd meant to make her happy. Free. Give them the space they needed in a world that insisted they conform.
As Serenity moved from the seat in to his arms, Oliver slightly lost his balance, putting him on his butt as she moved in to his arms. But, he held her, close to his chest as she thanked him. "It's okay." Oliver told her softly, resting his head on top of hers and letting out a shaky breath. Almost a sigh, but not quite. Relief was flooding through him, Serenity was not mad, at least.
"We're free now." He whispered in to her hair.
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