The insanely spicy beef curry really was delicious. Even though Will wasn't hungry, he still polished off a large bowl of rice.
But what followed was a burning sensation that spread from his mouth through his entire digestive system.
Oliver thoughtfully offered him some milk, but he refused it for the same reason as before: he hadn't completely let his guard down.
"It's hard for me to continue this conversation when you're so guarded."
"Hiss-just say what you have to say-I have my own considerations," Will said, baring his teeth from the heat.
"What a stubborn young man. You've already eaten my food-if I really wanted to hurt you, there are plenty of ways I could do it."
Muttering, Oliver cleared the table and loaded the empty plates into the dishwasher.
With both hands holding dishes, he wasn't using his cane, exposing his impaired legs to Will's view.
"Your legs-"
"An old injury. And getting older hasn't helped my mobility. I haven't used my identity as Green Arrow in years. That's also why I sought a hacker's help when trouble came knocking.
"But young people these days all seem so unreliable!!!"
At this point, Oliver couldn't help raising his voice.
"There's a reason for that." Will was about to defend Tim, but Oliver cut him off.
"That's no excuse for violating the principle that the customer comes first. He gave me his word!"
Old Oliver only wanted to spend his remaining days in peace, but the fallout from the Gotham City riots had unexpectedly dragged him in.
Will could more or less understand what made him angry. Since explanations were useless, he would let his actions speak instead.
"Don't worry. That's precisely why I'm here. Let's put an end to this whole affair right here."
"It had better work out