"You do realize that you can leave stuff here. I cleaned you out some space so you can actually have clothes here," Diggle told her.

Sara just smirked and then shook her head at him as she pulled the black tank top over her head as she continued to get dressed. "Do you think that I just keep wearing the same thing over and over again without washing it?"

He seemed to think about that for a moment. "I swear you've worn that small shirt every other day and it's either those black pants or jeans." Diggle paused for a moment. "I haven't seen you do any laundry-"

Laughter sprouted from her before she could let him continue. "John, do you think I smell?" she teased. She couldn't just let it go. It wasn't in her nature and this was just too good.

"Wha-I mean, yes...but not in a bad way...I just meant that-"

She laughed more and he just stared at her. Sara pulled on her jeans and just wickedly grinned at him. "I was part of the League of Assassins, don't you think that I could maybe do a load of laundry without you realizing it?"

Diggle just stared at her.

"I also know how to use a bathroom to wash and dry my clothes, if I need," Sara explained. She paused for a moment. "Though, I really don't have that much...and what I do have...is pretty much all the same." She moved over to the drawer that Diggle told her that she could use and she knew that he hadn't touched since then. Sara pulled it open to reveal that it was stocked with a handful of items, which included another pair of jeans and two other black tank tops. "I guess I'm not too big on variety...or color…"

"You're too used to being able to travel with all you have, if you need to," John told her. It wasn't an accusation as much as a statement and revelation.

And he was right.

She hadn't really thought about that, mostly because it hadn't bothered her. She was okay with just having a couple of days' worth of clothes, plus jeans lasted more than a day as long as you weren't rolling around in the dirt or mucking through sewers. "I guess you're right," Sara whispered. The smile dropped from her face. "It's like an illusion of being a real person...having clothes in that drawer."

"You ARE a real person," Diggle reminded gently.

Sara looked at him. He was so incredibly sweet. "I haven't really felt...settled...like I'm putting down roots since before the Gambit," she admitted. "Maybe I've been too scared."

Maybe that was why she only had one real bra.

"You know you don't have to be scared with me."

And she knew that.

"We're going to find them...we'll get them all home," Diggle said confidently. "Things will go back to normal, settle down, and then you'll see...you're home...you can put down roots." He looked towards the drawer. "And you can buy something more than a black tank top and a pair of jeans."

"Never really needed more than that."

"There's more to life, Sara," Diggle promised.

TBC…