#(i kept it vague just in case you weren't comfortable with drug addiction and that sorts let me know!)

[arrowsenal]

"hey look at me... I don't care... are you okay ?"

“I’m-” Roy started an attempt to reassure Dinah that he was okay, that everything was fine, that no, he wasn’t going to relapse again. A brief glance into her eyes, though, had Roy crumpling. He could lie on polygraph exams– Ollie taught him– but he couldn’t lie to Dinah. 

Standing on her doorstep, he was here for a reason; Roy needed help. He couldn’t go to anyone else for this. “I’m not okay,” Roy told her, voice trembling. “I need your help, Dinah, it’s gotten bad.” His gaze was fixated on the ground and arms wrapped around himself. It was almost like an attempt at protecting himself after saying something so vulnerable.