[No, that is very not great. Oswald swallows hard, stepping into the room and closing the door silently behind him. Then he half shuffle-limps his way over, reaching out to gently pull the covers up over Edward's form and tuck them around him. And then he just....stares down at him a moment. What can he do about this, really? He's getting the sinking feeling it has to do with the death of Edward's foster parent, which he now feels he should look into a bit more. Not that he thinks he'll get much because of course it'll be from the perspective of others, but it's a start.
Oswald rubs a hand over his face, before moving to sit in one of the plush chairs in the corner of the room. He doesn't think he'll really be able to fall asleep but...just being able to see him is enough of a comfort. So he pulls his knees up to his chest and wraps his arm around his legs and just watches him for a bit. It does help.
Eventually, he drifts off, head resting on his knees, curled up in a ball in the chair, Edward in his line of sight. At least he doesn't have work tomorrow.]
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Oswald rubs a hand over his face, before moving to sit in one of the plush chairs in the corner of the room. He doesn't think he'll really be able to fall asleep but...just being able to see him is enough of a comfort. So he pulls his knees up to his chest and wraps his arm around his legs and just watches him for a bit. It does help.
Eventually, he drifts off, head resting on his knees, curled up in a ball in the chair, Edward in his line of sight. At least he doesn't have work tomorrow.]