[that...gives him pause. There's a moment where his hackles are still up, shoulders a bit tense, expecting something of an argument....but then just that. "Please?" And Oswald swallows, warring with himself for a moment--he's not weak, he can handle this, he can handle anything--but
Edward's not pointing out his leg or saying his weak or any of that. He's just...asking. Politely. And after a moment he just...relinquishes the basket]
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Edward's not pointing out his leg or saying his weak or any of that. He's just...asking. Politely. And after a moment he just...relinquishes the basket]
...I suppose, if you're so insistent.