[it feels like there's a fist or something, tightening in his chest and squeezing his heart and Oswald pushes off from the counter, slowly coming over and just standing in front of Edward's chair for a moment, unsure of what to do. He doesn't know how to help. What can he do, really?
So he just--well, Edward might not like it. He might pull back. But...] ...okay. [quietly, and Oswald takes a step closer, reaching out to wrap his arms around Edward and just...hold him for a moment. It's all he can do, really.]
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So he just--well, Edward might not like it. He might pull back. But...] ...okay. [quietly, and Oswald takes a step closer, reaching out to wrap his arms around Edward and just...hold him for a moment. It's all he can do, really.]