A.N: Still don't own anything. This is the sequel to "Don't Cry Because It's Over." You WILL NOT understand this if you do not read the first one. I'm not sure how good this is, I feel myself slipping on this one, but I promised I'd finish it and so here we go! Tell me what you think =)

Two hours away from Star City, Kori finally convinced Roy to get gas and allow her to stretch her legs. She was restless being away from Jason, and having to stay under the radar and on the ground wasn't helping. Roy used the gas station break to pull out the phone number and shakily dial it, wondering whether he wanted someone to answer him in the middle of the night or if he'd rather it ring forever.

"Oliver Queen," a voice answered. Roy tensed.

"It's Roy," he croaked with a completely dry mouth.

There was a short pause. "How did you get this number?"

Roy let out a breathy laugh. "Nice to hear from you, too."

"Wait, Roy, you know I'm not good at this. I- we-" There was a deep sigh on the other end of the line. "How are you?"

"Oh, you know, clean, if that's what you're really asking. Two years and a few days." Roy couldn't keep the bite out of his voice, the anger and the resentment and the pain.

"I was asking how you were in general, but I'm glad you're clean. And out of jail. I wish- I wish I could have helped you. I'm sorry."

He could tell Ollie was trying, but the back of his mind, the part of him that was exactly like Jason, screamed that this was too easy.

"I wish you could have helped me, too," he said bitterly. "Whatever, forget it. Detour to hometown is canceled."

"Wait, wait! You're coming home? Roy, we should talk in person, please."

"I don't want to come home! Not to you! Not anymore."

"Then why did you call me?"

"Because my infuriating catatonic friend told me to!" Roy screamed, and two other patrons stretching their legs hurried around him. "Because I love you, but not on your terms. I love you, but I don't want to because you don't-"

"I love you too, Roy. And I miss you. Please come home."

Roy sighed deeply and couldn't choose between anger or elation. Deep down, it was what he wanted, but how deep was that desire? Was it worth it?

"Fine. One day. We'll be there in two hours."

"We?" Ollie asked, but Roy had already hung up. Jason wanted him to find good memories, and that's what he'd do.

He was silent the rest of the drive, and that bothered Kori immensely. She was nervous about what she would find in this Star City, where Roy's terrible past took form and haunted him. Would it be like Jason's past, with its thousands of unsaid words and unshed tears? Would it be like her own, with the bridges burning behind her? They were not outlaws, she realized. They were simply children of haunted pasts. The sun came up and dawn comforted her slightly, with its new beginnings and steady rise.

It was around 7:30 when they arrived on Oliver Queen's doorstep.

"You made great time coming here," Ollie said, because small talk was really the only thing he knew how to do in this moment.

"We left late last night from Gotham," Roy played along. Ollie opened the penthouse door wide and the two young antiheroes came inside.

Ollie grimaced. "Saw the Bat, did you? He's a load of fun."

"We were not there for him," Kori said. "Hello, my name is Koriand'r."

Ollie smiled brightly. "Hello, Koriand'r. I'm Oliver."

"Dude, no flirting with her," Roy said sharply, and Ollie put his hands up in mock surrender.

"So, I guess we should talk," Ollie said finally. Roy froze a bit, but nodded slowly.

"I will explore the city for a bit," Kori said. "Oh, and Oliver," she added curtly, "hurt him more than you already have and, by the end of the day, you'll be praying that you were dealing with Batman." Then, Kori left them together.

"She's a firey one," Oliver chuckled.

Roy actually did laugh at that, some of the tension erasing from his shoulders. "You have no idea."

"But I should know," Ollie said quietly. "She's your friend and I should know her because I should know you."

Roy nodded once but didn't touch the subject. For all his annoying quips, he was speechless around his past. Then, he remembered the past he had just witnessed in Gotham.

"Do you think-" Roy stopped, gathering all his strength. "Do you remember me as that kid addicted to heroin and alcohol?"

Ollie's look was thoughtful, pensive. "I remember when you were that way, yeah. I remember the look on your face when I caught you, and that's not something I can forget. But I don't think of you like that. I see what was always underneath that crap that you did to yourself."

"You put me through crap, too," Roy accused.

"I sent you to get clean."

"You sent me away and then never visited," Roy bit back. Then, he pushed his palms into his closed eyes. "God, this sounds like some stupid soap opera."

Oliver laughed quietly and then turned serious. "We can't go back, Roy. We can't bring up all those times we fought and all those times I abandoned you. You'll hate me forever and I'm not a good enough person to try and crack through that much pain. But, we can start over. Just tell me what you want."

"I want-" Roy started, but what could he say? I want our final happy moments back. I want the person that I was before the drugs back. I want the Titans back, I want to love a girl who doesn't mind being mine. I want a home on the same continent as my almost-father. I want my almost-father. "I want to sit and watch some TV."

Ollie's mouth widened. "W-What?"

"I want to just be normal for one second. We were in a fight. Mostly your fault, by the way. But I've realized something in the past few weeks. Anger and resentment? The only thing they're good for is making your family wish you were dead. Making you wish you were dead." Roy sat on the plush couch and waited for Ollie to do the same.

Ollie smiled, brighter than Roy had ever seen, more genuine that Ollie had ever felt on his face, and sat down, turning on the television.

Kori let herself in around nine while they were dozing lightly on each other.