HOW many times have I watched this tender moment and am JUST NOW noticing his quiver reflected in her glasses?? I don’t know why this symbolic detail makes me extra emotional. I guess because, in the end, it doesn’t really matter who Felicity is supposed to be seeing, or who the world envisions him as, or even who Oliver examines in the mirror. In the end, he’s the same man–the friend, the partner, the hero. Hood or no hood. Arrows or no arrows. Gloved hand holding her cheek or bare hand enclosed in her own. It does not matter. He’s saved her life, in more ways than just tonight. That’s all she needs to know. That’s all that matters to her. Here’s the irony: Felicity Smoak may require glasses to see clearly, but she’s the one who sees Oliver Queen clearest of all.
