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| | [And Edward is just he's not going to think about this right now. He's not sure he can... handle this? It's all a lot and his defenses are slipping and that's. Dangerous. He exhales, slowly and just... puts his glasses down and collapses on the bed a little. Staring at the ceiling for a while.] |
| | Fine. [As always, the automatic response. He's always fine. He's never fine. That's his default, so close enough to fine, really.] |
| | [Edward just stares at the ceiling again.] Also fine. [.......sorry he's like this elijah] |
| | I'm not sure I'm thinking much at all right now... [or he's trying anyway] |
...The former.
[Edward's more the type to talk around issues rather than lie about them, so. Welp.]
[Edward's more the type to talk around issues rather than lie about them, so. Welp.]
| | Maybe. I don't really want to think about it, so... |
| | Mhm. Sure. [He rolls to his side. He really... doesn't want to talk about it. He'd much rather try to put the whole thing out of his mind. Just. Not think about it. Not think about waking up with his head in Oswald's lap. Not think about how safe and comfortable he felt waking up. Not think about the phantom sensation of someone combing through his hair. ...He'd really like to not think about that.] |
| | [That doesn't get a response. Of course not. Because that's impossible, obviously, because things don't end up okay for him. He almost kind of wants to laugh. But he simply... stays quiet.] |
| | [Yep, he's just. Gonna sleep for a while more. Honestly he kind of needs it.] |
| | [Saturday dawns to slightly cloudy skies and a temperature that's marginally warmer than yesterday. It's Gotham, so a fully sunny day isn't really possible, but it's as good as it's gonna get. Oswald will be a bit dressed down that morning into slacks and a sweater with a collared shirt peaking out of the top, bare footed in the kitchen as he's finishing up putting some items in a wicker basket, along with plates, silverware and glasses] |
Edited 2019-06-23 21:51 (UTC)
| | [Edward makes his way over to the kitchen, hovering a little near the entrance as he looks inside.] ...Do you need any help...? |
| | Mm, okay. [And he goes off to get that. Shouldn't be hard to find and then he can put that somewhere so it's ready to take with them.] |
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