"Three years, Barry," She interrupted softly. She pulled back, looking at Barry for a long time. "Come sit back down before you fall down," Felicity directed. "You ate right?" She asked, all but trying to tug him onto the couch.

"The last thing he remembers is Sara dying. And pushing me away. He doesn't know anything. Thea, Malcolm, Ra's, the Nazi's, Dahrk." She looked at him clearly frustrated and sad. "There is just so much he doesn't know and most of me wants to just go in there and tell him everything but is that fair?"

Felicity stands up and starts pacing. "I mean how do you tell a man that is pushing you out of his life on purpose, that in 2 and a half years everything you know is turned on its ear. "Hey Oliver, you know how you have a hero complex, yeah well that gets you stabbed and turned into Ras a Ghul, but not before we have sex, and I steal my boyfriend's atom suit and save you. We run away get engaged, I get shot and can't walk, oh and you lie to me so we break up and still have sex..... Stop me please...."

Felicity falls back onto the couch in a heap. She looks over at him. "Sorry, this isn't all about me. How are you doing?"