[Oh, yeah, Edward is very much out. It... kind of looks like he just fell onto the bed rather than get in properly, because the covers aren't even over him. They're pulled away for him to get in and it seems he just... didn't have the energy to pull them over himself.
He looks pale, still, which just makes his eye stand out even more. It's not great.]
[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.]
[Edward... gets a bunch of sleep, at least, so there's that. Waking up is fine at first, until his senses catch up with his consciousness and he hisses a bit, putting a hand up to his eye. Frowning a little, at first, until he... remembers.
Right. Black eye. Because he was being an idiot.
Right...
Reluctantly, he sits up a bit, trying to wake himself up more... when he notices something in the corner of the room. He squints, grabbing his glasses. It's not just a big blur when he has those on, at least, it's...
[That... sure can't be a comfortable position to sleep in, no. At the same time, he's not sure if he wants to wake Oswald up. If he fell asleep there, he must be tired. And...
And Edward still feels awful about what happened. Just terrible and awful and guilty and--
That just gets worse, as he leaves the bed and looks at Oswald. Bad enough he can feel the static forcing its way back into his vision, so... He swallows, fidgeting nervously a moment...
Before he just decides to get up properly, then. He still feels kind of shit physically, too, but he can manage. So he's off to the kitchen.
It's morning, after all. Might as well start making breakfast.]
[Oswald is waking up on his own a bit, later, wincing and making a pained noise as his back and hip protest. He sucks in a breath, trying to straighten--and opening his eyes to find an empty bed. At which point, his pulse immediately skyrockets and he's very much awake, stumbling out of that chair--which then proves to be perhaps not his best idea, as his leg and hip protest mightily, almost sending him to the floor. Oswald flails with a yelp as he almost goes down, just barely catches himself on the arm of the chair before he hits the ground, grunting a bit with a wheeze as said arm digs into his stomach.
He coughs a couple times as he rights himself, gripping the chair for a moment, before starting to limp his way towards the door, dragging his leg behind him]
--Edward? [he might sound...a little panicked. A lot panicked. oops?]
...that's good. [it is. It's an improvement. But there's still the elephant in the room that needs to be brought up. But maybe not just yet. Maybe not until after breakfast. He does have the whole day at home]
[. . . . and yep there goes the pit of his stomach, just dropping like that. Oswald swallows, hard, fingers curling into the countertop. He doesn't really have a response to that]
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He looks pale, still, which just makes his eye stand out even more. It's not great.]
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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.]
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Right. Black eye. Because he was being an idiot.
Right...
Reluctantly, he sits up a bit, trying to wake himself up more... when he notices something in the corner of the room. He squints, grabbing his glasses. It's not just a big blur when he has those on, at least, it's...
...oh.]
...Oswald...?
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That position can't be entirely comfortable, though.]
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And Edward still feels awful about what happened. Just terrible and awful and guilty and--
That just gets worse, as he leaves the bed and looks at Oswald. Bad enough he can feel the static forcing its way back into his vision, so... He swallows, fidgeting nervously a moment...
Before he just decides to get up properly, then. He still feels kind of shit physically, too, but he can manage. So he's off to the kitchen.
It's morning, after all. Might as well start making breakfast.]
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He coughs a couple times as he rights himself, gripping the chair for a moment, before starting to limp his way towards the door, dragging his leg behind him]
--Edward? [he might sound...a little panicked. A lot panicked. oops?]
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Oswald? [Yeah, that's Edward alright.] Ah... sorry, I'm in the kitchen...
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Ah--yes. Of course. [everything is fine. He'll just...slowly make his way to the kitchen, moving to lean against the counter] Good morning.
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[Edward frowns, as he looks over his shoulder.]
...Sorry, I, um... I didn't know if I should wake you...
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...Ah, I'm making coffee, though. I'm guessing you'll need that, then.
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...I'm almost done with breakfast, too, so. It'll just be a sec.
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How are you feeling this morning?
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[Well.]
I'm feeling better. It doesn't really hurt much anymore...
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You should ice your eye again, after breakfast.
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[.........he just says these things like they're normal.]
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...Oswald?
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....I'm just glad you're alright.
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[Edward blinks. Not moving, though, or drawing back.]
Of course... I'm just fine.
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