"...I can't tell you for certain that things will be different, because I don't know what your past experience was, but...I do know my son." [he threads his fingers together in his lap] "And I know that, despite how he first came off...he doesn't want to hurt you."
"I...don't believe that is the case, either." [Elijah's lips press together, and he looks down at his hands]
"Oswald...never had many friends. He was always the odd one out, even as a child. Even now he has...well. He has co-workers. Colleagues. He's always been alone, save for us and now...he is completely alone, in a lot of ways." [he pauses, glancing over at Edward] "I believe you, as well, are familiar with that. As am I. And when you're offered something different than that; the chance to not be alone any longer, it's...well. It can be rather terrifying, can't it?"
"Oswald...never had many friends. He was always the odd one out, even as a child. Even now he has...well. He has co-workers. Colleagues. He's always been alone, save for us and now...he is completely alone, in a lot of ways." [he pauses, glancing over at Edward] "I believe you, as well, are familiar with that. As am I. And when you're offered something different than that; the chance to not be alone any longer, it's...well. It can be rather terrifying, can't it?"
"...if there's one thing I've learned, it's that screwing up is just...that's part of relationships. All relationships. It's about whether the people in that relationship are willing to come back and try and work things out or not, and whether those screw ups can be overcome."
[at first, there's a moment of dread, panic--that he really did succeed in chasing him off.
But...his things are still here. At least, the box is.
After a moment and a few calming breaths, Oswald goes to retrieve his phone, sending off a text to the number that was on Edward's rap sheet as he brushes his teeth]
Everything okay?
But...his things are still here. At least, the box is.
After a moment and a few calming breaths, Oswald goes to retrieve his phone, sending off a text to the number that was on Edward's rap sheet as he brushes his teeth]
Everything okay?
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