Owner	Pose
Connor Hawke	Since arriving, Connor has been a dutiful roommate--surprisingly dutiful. He has almost no possessions -- that's how he likes it. He makes almost no mess. He cleans, religiously -- if you ask him, it's a literal religious act, a form of meditation and contemplation. He's up at the crack of dawn to exercise. And while he said he didn't have any money, he immediately got a job teaching martial arts. "Funny," He says, "I just mentioned Sensei Jansen and the guy just kind of... hired me." He moves through life like water. And he cooks like he has no taste buds. He's trying, really... he's toned it down some. Some.
Connor Hawke	"But..." He said, "I still needed my father's help to make first month's rent. He wants to take a look at the place first." He shrugged, helplessly. You know, "Ollie Queen." Pffffff.
Kyle Rayner	"Connor." Kyle says, as he fluffs a pillow. "I like you. My mouth is a giany sore from your cooking, but you clean and you cook like yyou said you would. It's been really good having you." Kyle pauses. "My old man did not hang around after I was born, but uhm?" He looks around. "I wouldn't let my son live like this if I could. It's been nice knowing you, man. You are a genuinely good person. I'm glad you managed to get me to say yes. His smile is warm, but his eyes are a little sad. "I'll miss you, bro."
Oliver Queen	As for Oliver Queen, his approach to visiting the home of his only (that he knows) son, is to take it easy. In some ways so like Connor, Oliver does sort of float through life at points, usually socially. Sure he 'runs' a corporation to a degree, and sure he's just launched a cross-country teleportation business that really he still doesn't entirely trust...     But with social situations, he's fairly alright and that's in large part due to his nature.     Today he reaches that five story apartment building, pausing outside of it with one hand in the pocket of his brown leather jacket and the other around the bottom of a Japanese peace lily in its own orange ceramic pot. He looks up... and up, quirking an eyebrow for a moment. "Mmm," He says, withholding judgement for now.     Towards the front door he walks, even as a neighbor of theirs steps through the door. A quick step and he slips through, not having to trouble with the buzzer to get into the building's foyer with all the mailboxes on one side of the wall. He hms again at that, then looks to the stairwell. A glance around... no elevator. Great. Well, everyone always needs more cardio.     It takes some time, but five flights of stair, no problem. Sure he's a little red in the face when he knocks on the door, but hey anyone would be. Right?
Connor Hawke	Connor tilts his head, and then says, "Hold that thought." He walks to the door, and opens it, before the young man moves to embrace their visitor. It's a warm hug, no trace of shyness or acrimony in it at all. "Hey." He says, before he steps back. He's wearing a Ron-Jon Surf Shop T-Shirt, board shorts, and sandals, because even being a monk for half his life can't bury the fact that before that... this kid lived on the beach. He ushers their visitor inside. "Dad, this is my roommate, Kyle. Kyle, this is my dad... Oliver Queen." Then he says, "Hey dad. Remember how I told you Kyle was a great graphic designer? I think you look at his portfolio while you're here." Yep. Connor just offered to show his billionaire father Kyle's portfolio.
Kyle Rayner	"That is thoughtful, but he came to see his son. Quit trying to do the right thing, give the man a hug and offer him a beer?' Kyle says. That tingle in his belly. It's fear. He needs to kill that. "I have to stay freelance anyways. My life..." he does vanish for a day or so at time sometimes. "Some on in Mr. Queen. Beer?" Kyle moves towards the fridge, really hoping Connor didn't pour it out. Or cook with it.
Oliver Queen	The hug is returned, "Heya kid, just thought I'd swing by," His tone is jovial, amused as he sweeps him in for that embrace, hand thumping on the young man's back even as he steps back to look at him. "Keeping it together looks like." He sets that big leafed peace lily off to the side, somewhere convenient as he then has both hands free to grab his son by both shoulders and give him a cocked eyebrow eyeballing as he looks at him, "Day off chic, not bad."     Of course he's not wearing much to speak about, nobody would claim he's a billionaire at a glance what with his sneakers, blue jeans, and jacket. Though the Edmonton Oilers t-shirt he wears in black might give some semblance of being in touch with the man himself.     But then it's towards Kyle that he turns, extending his hand to give a hearty handshake. A little sharp with three quick pumps as he grins, "Hood to meet you, Kyle. Connor says yer alright, so you're alright with me."     But then there's a mention of his portfolio. "Oh really? Hnh, weird. We do have this teleport thing going down, been a little lackluster in the public mind, could maybe use a new direction." A glance towards his son, "You guys send some stuff around I'll get the folks to look at it."
Connor Hawke	Connor gives Kyle the side-eye. He's been paying attention to his friend's struggles to find work, and--well, Connor is gone a lot sometimes himself. There's been talk about somebody in New York -- not one of the usuals, somebody who uses green-fletched arrows and who folded up a gang of armed robbers like laundry. But that couldn't be... "Oh, hey, could you get me some of that iced green tea while you're in there?" Connor looks down at himself and grins. "I was in the Ashram for so long, I'm still trying to find... 'me' I guess. As a monk, I just wore robes. But this... feels good. Natural. Except... no surfing in New York. But this city is amazing. It's so full of life, and it has a zen current all its own I'm trying to tap into. Kyle's been giving me pointers!"
Kyle Rayner	The handshake is returned. For an artist, it's a pretty fair handshake. Kyle vanishes... okay he is still plainly visible as he digs through the fridge. A pair of bud lights come out, and a green tea. There might maybe possibly have been a little green light in the fridge as Kyle used the ring to make a bottle opener, but hey they are busy, right? The drinks are delivered. 'COme on in. Take a seat?"     It is not a bad apartment. A little small. A little shabby. Its clean. No bugs. There are a lot worse places to stay. Other than five flights of stairs, it could be worse. Furniture is clean, if a little old.
Oliver Queen	"Yeah, it's..." Oliver glances towards the distant window to where the rest of the city lies just beyond, he gets a small smile, curves it to the side and then looks back at his son. "It's something alright." But he's giving just a little bit of grief, even as he starts to step further into the room to get a look at the digs, maybe he just doesn't like the Yankees. He pulls his jacket off and tucks it under his arm, a glance given sidelong to Connor. "I figured I'd pop over, say hey. Was in the area, doing some meet and greets for the cross-country stuff. Talking to people."     Rounding back he grins towards Kyle and accepts the beer, taking a swig without looking at the label and enjoying it with that same grin. He gives a nod, "Thanks, don't mind if I do." He'll take up a spot in a chair that gives him an angle on the couch so they can all sit together, them over them and him watching them both.     "You guys need anything? I know you don't want to indulge and all. But I figure could use some shelves or maybe an entertainment system, or something?"
Connor Hawke	"Well I'm all right." Connor says, before he perches on the couch. There are small hints that this makes him uncomfortable -- what comes next. "Like I said on the phone, I need help making the first month's rent, but I got a job so that won't be an issue going forward, and I can pay you back. I found a dojo that hired me to teach kids' classes, I start next week in the afternoons. I'm really looking forward to it." Then he's got his hands on his knees, and he's looking at the floor. "...Yeah."
Kyle Rayner	Watching Connor for a moment, Kyle pauses. "Or not. I got it." Its like he didn't realize. "How abut you just spend that money you would have on that rent and take Connor out once a month?" Kyle takes a long pull from his beer.     "That is all i would want from my dad. I got this month. I had a good month on Patreon. Who knew that drawing a girl who sorta looks like your girlfriend could be lucrative?" He grins at Ollie. "He's a good guy. I can tell you are too. I uhh, didn't know my dad. I don't know how this works. The closest things I have to a father figure are an emotionless little old dude." He almost said blue. "And an unapproachable unflappable, but very distinguished old test pilot. Your money is no good here? I was okay before. It'll be better from here on out."
Oliver Queen	"Hey," Ollie lifts his bottle and uses it to point at Connor. "Don't be embarrassed about this stuff. I know you want to make it on your own way sort of thing, but if you asked me why I had any of... all of the other stuff, I'd say the main reason would be so I could help people. And it makes me feel great if one of those people could possibly be my kid."     A glance is given over to his roommate, as he listens to the other man's thoughts and he crinkles his nose in response. "I know, and I could just... you know what my father would do? He'd hire a bunch of guys to go to the dojo and take lessons to fill out everything your boss could ever hope for in students and then have them all talk you up in some roundabout way. It'd be crummy, but the heart would sorta be in the right place." A pause, then he adds, "Maybe."     But then he holds up his hands as if to stave the counter arguments, "But alright, alright. I bow to the wishes. Still." He looks over towards Kyle, "If nothing else send your portfolio to me, I'll pass it along. I promise not to put too much juice behind it, just give you a slight in. No endorsement. Alright?"
Connor Hawke	"Yes well, Ollie..." Connor says, a little smile on his face, "I'll be teaching ten year olds," he says, wryly, "So I don't really think hiring ringers is going to really be a thing." But the thought makes him laugh. "But I'm sure Grandpa Queen would've found a way." He looks to Kyle and then says, "You won't have to. Kyle's a real artist, a true visionary. I keep telling him he should get into comics." ...Connor's weakness. He still loves comic books. He buys them, reads them... then gives them to a kid downstairs. "...Which reminds me. Kyle, would you like to start learning martial arts? I can teach you, and get you a discount at the dojo."
Kyle Rayner	This hurt him so badly. Kyle has his best Green Lantern face on as he calmly, and without emotion lies. "I'd just flake on you. Artist's temperament. I'm just a freelancer. I lack the self control and discipline to work a day job." Kyle quietly lies and flushes that offer down the drain.     The right thing is so hard to do. Kyle takes a really long drink from his beer. "I uhh, had lessons in fighting." Kyle says quietly, softly shivering at memories of a giant hammer wielding Kilowog laughing as he charges at him. "But I wouldn't stick with that. I'm just a flake." His smile is soft. "I appreciate it though Connor." He takes another long drink.
Oliver Queen	For a time Ollie sort of looks at Kyle over the lip of his bottle of beer, but then takes another sip. If the man were a door to door salesman pitching those words he just threw down, it's likely that Mr. Queen wouldn't be buying any encyclopedias anytime soon.     Yet he lets it pass, no need to harp on the poor guy. He instead just gives a nod and says, "Alright," But now he can see why his dad went through all that trouble with him in part. Without letting his thoughts wander too far down the Machiavellian trail, he looks towards Connor. "Well, you guys do seem to have your heads on straight. I've no doubt you'll be successful in whatever you put your minds too."
Connor Hawke	"Are you sure?" Connor says. "I think that--" He flicks his gaze to Ollie, "Some of my Aikido techniques wwould really help you out with your other job." He sits there, all innocence. "What was the name of that test pilot you hang out with? At your other job? I think he and Ollie know each other--"
Kyle Rayner	"Hal?" Kyle asks quietly. "You haven't met him yet. He's uhh, kind of stoic. Distant." Just the sort of guy a young man who never knew his dad would look up to. Kyle realizes he drank his beer. He wants another. He moves back to the kitchen. Maybe he is just a drunk?     "Hal is awesome, but he hardly keeps the company of billionaire CEO's." Kyle moves to rinse the bottle out. "Anyone else need one?" His sigh is soft. "And talk to your dad. man.. I'd kill to talk to my dad. Well... kill him, more likely.. but still. Your dad didn't know you existed. I know its awkward but... as much as I like having you here. Maybe you should stay with him?" He holds up a hand. "Not to be bossy or weird. Its just you both seem like decent people dealing with the most awkward thing in the world. But, you are family."
Oliver Queen	"Hal... Hal Jordan?" He offers over his shoulder as Kyle deals with his empty, "If that's him he's a bastard." He offers, but the tone is warm as he adds, "A good guy sometimes. Still a bastard." He then looks back towards Connor to perhaps read the one man's approval or disapproval and if it's the latter he'll offer a small shrug as if to apologize. But not really.     "But yeah, Connor. Tell me what's been going down. Met anyone fun? Gone out much? Seen the sights? You know I still haven't been to the Statue of Liberty?" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small data assistant and swipes it to life, "If you're not doing something the next few days maybe we could do a thing."
Connor Hawke	"But Kyle," Connor says, looking faintly surprised, "...We're family. I didn't have *any* friends outside of the Ashram, until I came to New York and met you." He blinks, and then says, "But if you really don't want me here, I guess I can go--" He looks up at Ollie, and then sighs. He can't change people. But he was trying to hint at something without giving anything away, and... well. He lets out a soft sigh. "Actually Ollie, I've been tracking this pimp who's been really leaning on some girls in the Dominican neighborhood nearby, and I'm trying to get evidence that'll get the NYPD to come in and pick him up. If you wanted to help me do that--I'm not so good at detective work yet." There. He just... said it.
Kyle Rayner	"I'm a fucking Green lantern you glorious bastard!" Kyle all but thunders at Connor. Immediate regret. Immediate regret.     He slaps his face in an epic face palm.He lowers his head to the counter top. "Smooooooooooooooooth,: Kyle says softly. "M last roommate ended up dead and stuffed in the refrigerator. I actually like you. You dad is a billionaire. I would -love- to work for his company. Being involved even just in the art for mankind's first commercial teleportation device? Given the stuff I have seen in space? I mean..." He's still got his head on the counter. "You can't work a nine to five when you might vanish for three weeks and not be able to tell your boss you were handling a swarm of parademons out by Vega."     Kyle rus his head. "I am sorry Mr. Queen. I.. that wasn't cool. you shuld know your son is a really good person. Through and through."
Oliver Queen	"I don't really have a place here, guys." Oliver holds up his hands as things take a turn, he looks between them. "And really, you guys got a good thing going here..." He tries his best to perhaps sooth feathers as he can, not exactly sure what's going down between the two of them.     But then he gives a nod towards Connor, "Alright, Connor. It's not my town, but some things are universal, man." It's a small smile he offers even as he takes another sip of his beer, taking his time with it apparently.     And then Kyle happens.     His eyebrows shoot up in the air and he sort of leans back in the chair as Kyle admits to various things. He lifts a hand to rub at the goatee on his chin, affecting a thoughtful look though with the cock of his eyebrows it's clear he's... uncomfortable, or just afraid to be in the middle perhaps.     "No, it's cool Kyle." He tilts the bottle back and, glug-glug-glug, drinks all the rest of it in those series of long swallows. Then he pulls it free with an 'ahh, good stuff.'     He pushes himself to his feet, "Sounds like you guys, got some stuff you gotta say to each other." He tosses a nod to Connor, "Hey, I'll be in town next few days. We'll run that stuff down. Alright?"     A glance towards Kyle and a sort of apologetic smile, since really the whole cape thing isn't for everyone. "Kyle, take care of yourself."
Connor Hawke	Connor blinks. And he isn't even sure how to respond. "Kyle--" He gets up, and puts his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I already knew you were a Green Lantern." He says. "I've known since a few days after I moved in." He jerks his thumb at Ollie, and then says, "He's Hal Jordan's best friend. Or at least... he used to be? I think?" "Kyle, I'm trusting you with this, and I think I'm about to start a fight with my dad, but Ollie is Green Arrow. And I guess I am too. Though I was thinking of calling myself 'Peregrine'. Because I'm like Robin, but..." But he kicks more ass than any Robin ever could. He's just too quiet to admit that one out loud.
Kyle Rayner	"You are going to spend time with your son." Kyle tells Ollie. "because if you really are Green Arrow, you need to coach him up." Kyle shakes his head. "I doing what I do, but Connor I can't work for your dad, or really anyone if I am flaking a couple of times a year." Kyle explains it quietly. "I uhhh, choose to be Green Lantern. It was chosen for me, but I could flake on that. I chose not to. Someone has to do it, and lord nkows I have paid the price for it in blood." His smile is sad. "Please? Stay. I'll order a vegan tofu, no fun pizza for Buddha here. Some wings for us. Surely there is a baseball game on the tv. I mean, that is what fathers and sons do,right? Ninja kick bad guys, and shoot them full of arrows, and watch.. baseball." he rubs his forehead. "Is it Arrow junior and senior?" he asks, trying to wrap his head around this one.
Oliver Queen	At that Ollie sort of /looks/ at Connor, but then his eyebrows lift and he lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck. He gives a sort of surrendering shrug even as he sets down the glass bottle on one of the convenient clear spaces, maybe an end table. He backs towards the door with all the subtlety of a tip-toeing elephant in a china shop, though an exceedingly agile one.     "Uhh, yeah. I mean he's a sort of an ass, but then again so am I." He offers about Hal, but then he rests a hand on the door knob. "And if your read of him is good enough to tell him this stuff, Connor. Then... yeah." He'll leave it at that.     Then, back to Kyle, "Hey, you're preaching to the choir," about needing to do stuff with his kid. Yet he holds up a hand even as he turns the door knob. "And hey, don't get all down, I do got stuff I gotta do. But figure you guys got long talking stuff to do. And I ain't exactly ref material."     The tall blond man's lip twists into a smile. "Connor, I'll be here for three days. You call or I will. Got it?" That said he pulls open the door and nods back towards Kyle, "Thanks for the beer, man." And with that he steps on out into the hall, closing the door behind him... letting him beat feet.