In some ways, we were. ( Shaped now by experiences they couldn't have imagined before. Different crucibles, her's equally as traumatic, something realized after returning. The person who deserves better; she's always deserved better. Only now does he understand that's Laurel's choice to make and no one else's.

Swallowing, he inched closer, without invading the bubble of her personal space ) You're the only one that can look at me and still see that person. ( For better or worse. )

Laurel... ( There's no obliviousness to her body language; it isn't hostile as much as she's guarding herself. ) I've missed you.