[ There may never come a greater test of Oliver Queen's self-restraint; the struggle to maintain his poise as the conversation unfolds.

The way he has to bite down on his lip at the flailing attempt to explain away the noise she made. How could one man be expected not to cave?

But he holds the line, until that soft groan as Kara sinks into the softa ]

I heard everything. [ It's obvious through the way that he's breathing that he was so close to breaking; the quick exhales through his nose, the way his lips twitch ] She seems like a lovely woman, Kara.

[ He breaks; gods help him, he breaks. The laugh finally comes out, the camera on his end shaking, and it's immediately followed by a groan as he places a hand on his ribs ] It-it hurts but I c-can't stop. You were watching the news...