[hopefully he is by the time Oswald gets out of the shower. It's a long shower. The water's gone cold by the time he steps out, which is a feat for a place like the one he's living in. But at least he's stoped being visibly, openly upset. Now he's just exhausted.
So he'll change into pajamas and...spend another hour tossing and turning. His mind won't stop racing; like he can't, somehow, stop imagining scenarios in which this all could have gone even worse than it has. Eventually, he gives up. At least he doesn't have work tomorrow. He extracts himself from the tangled covers, moving to creep down the hall to Edward's room...where he pushes the door open slowly, checking to see if he's asleep]
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So he'll change into pajamas and...spend another hour tossing and turning. His mind won't stop racing; like he can't, somehow, stop imagining scenarios in which this all could have gone even worse than it has. Eventually, he gives up. At least he doesn't have work tomorrow. He extracts himself from the tangled covers, moving to creep down the hall to Edward's room...where he pushes the door open slowly, checking to see if he's asleep]