There are no words to describe the anguish crossing Quentin's face. If we could reach out and give you a hug, you'd have thousands of arms around you for comfort.
There is nothing worse than losing a child, and Quentin has gone through it twice. I can't even begin to imagine the torment tearing through his heart right now.
Quentin seems to have composed himself after his collapse in the hallway, but it stil won't be real until he sees Laurel's still form with his own eyes.
It's hard watching someone close to you die, especially after you had been talking to them just moments before, and they seemed perfectly fine. Is Oliver going to keep Laurel's promise? Is that what he's contemplating now as he looks over her dead body?
Oliver: I'm thinking. Felicity: Which is Oliver speak for you're beating yourself up. I thought you were reformed from that? Oliver: It feels like a good a time as any to bring it back.
