[ Silence on the other end. Just perhaps the sound of his quiet breathing - though at one point he might have started holding it. Oswald was going to answer the riddle. He'd get it correct because he usually has the answers. He knows them. He knows him. And he knows him back. Genessia allowed them to slip a step in that hadn't existed otherwise - a pre-established context. Every interaction back home is slightly askew yet given further clarity. New meaning. There's a deeper connection that can't be severed so easily. An extra rope latching them together while most had got cut at one point or another. And Ed knows. He has all the trust. He's the only one with it. Ed is also ahead. He has the elements of surprise now.
He knows Oswald is focusing deeply on the riddle itself - likely debating its context and any and all implications that follow it. So focused on it that he slipped right into the room and behind him, watching the very deliberation before he finally just says it. Inching up. Up. Closer. Closer. Kneeling just enough to be right next to his the ear that currently lacks a phone against it and- ]
[ Blowing it it first. ] That's right. [ Boo. ] Did you miss me?
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He knows Oswald is focusing deeply on the riddle itself - likely debating its context and any and all implications that follow it. So focused on it that he slipped right into the room and behind him, watching the very deliberation before he finally just says it. Inching up. Up. Closer. Closer. Kneeling just enough to be right next to his the ear that currently lacks a phone against it and- ]
[ Blowing it it first. ] That's right. [ Boo. ] Did you miss me?