[and Oswald just...watches him go. Before he presses the heels of his palms to his eyes, drawing in a shaky, watery breath. He needs--he'll just take a shower. He can take a shower and close and lock the bathroom door and between that and the water and the additional closed door, it'll be quiet enough.
He wants to scream, or break something. He wants to quit being a lawyer and just help Edward from here on out; surely if he's with him all the time, there's no way he can lose him. He'll never have to worry about a phone call--
...if he'd even get a phone call. Which makes it, somehow, incredibly worse. Oswald's throat tightens, pressing his palms harder into his eyes until he sees stars to take out the sting. He can't--he needs a shower. Oswald fumbles a bit as he grabs for his cane, using it to propel him into the bathroom, closing the door behind him]
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He wants to scream, or break something. He wants to quit being a lawyer and just help Edward from here on out; surely if he's with him all the time, there's no way he can lose him. He'll never have to worry about a phone call--
...if he'd even get a phone call. Which makes it, somehow, incredibly worse. Oswald's throat tightens, pressing his palms harder into his eyes until he sees stars to take out the sting. He can't--he needs a shower. Oswald fumbles a bit as he grabs for his cane, using it to propel him into the bathroom, closing the door behind him]