[and Oswald waits until the door is closed....before he lets out a low breath, rubbing a hand over his face.
This is worse than he thought. He really likes Edward. A lot. More than he first anticipated. But he's...that was...it was nice. It was really nice, to see him just relaxed, for once. To know that he slept soundly. He said it shouldn't happen again, though. So he'll just...tuck that away, and remember to wake him up next time. Like he should've done in the first place.
Right. He needs to--Oswald turns and goes to the bathroom to put on his makeup]
he's not going to think about this right now. He's not sure he can... handle this? It's all a lot and his defenses are slipping and that's. Dangerous. He exhales, slowly and just... puts his glasses down and collapses on the bed a little. Staring at the ceiling for a while.]
[He rolls to his side. He really... doesn't want to talk about it. He'd much rather try to put the whole thing out of his mind. Just. Not think about it.
Not think about waking up with his head in Oswald's lap. Not think about how safe and comfortable he felt waking up. Not think about the phantom sensation of someone combing through his hair.
Of course not. Because that's impossible, obviously, because things don't end up okay for him. He almost kind of wants to laugh. But he simply... stays quiet.]
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This is worse than he thought. He really likes Edward. A lot. More than he first anticipated. But he's...that was...it was nice. It was really nice, to see him just relaxed, for once. To know that he slept soundly. He said it shouldn't happen again, though. So he'll just...tuck that away, and remember to wake him up next time. Like he should've done in the first place.
Right. He needs to--Oswald turns and goes to the bathroom to put on his makeup]
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he's not going to think about this right now. He's not sure he can... handle this? It's all a lot and his defenses are slipping and that's. Dangerous. He exhales, slowly and just... puts his glasses down and collapses on the bed a little. Staring at the ceiling for a while.]
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Oh...
[welp]
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"Are you alright?"
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[As always, the automatic response. He's always fine.
He's never fine. That's his default, so close enough to fine, really.]
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Also fine.
[.......sorry he's like this elijah]
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"...can I ask what you're thinking about?"
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[or he's
trying
anyway]
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[Edward's more the type to talk around issues rather than lie about them, so. Welp.]
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[He rolls to his side. He really... doesn't want to talk about it. He'd much rather try to put the whole thing out of his mind. Just. Not think about it.
Not think about waking up with his head in Oswald's lap. Not think about how safe and comfortable he felt waking up. Not think about the phantom sensation of someone combing through his hair.
...He'd really like to not think about that.]
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doesn't get a response.
Of course not. Because that's impossible, obviously, because things don't end up okay for him. He almost kind of wants to laugh. But he simply... stays quiet.]
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[ha ha
doubt]
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