[ There's more to say. There always is. And Oswald sighed and took a moment to just let him get soothed anyway. It's fine. He's patient - used to be immensely so, at least. About everything. Oswald gets all his patience now. Everyone else is either unworthy of it or they snap their fingers at him, having none to return. ]

My, aren't we lucky I came back from it then? Had I come back earlier than my current point, you might have been screwed. [ Oswald's a fearful tone and Ed's just above a quiet whisper. Soft yet sarcastic. Ed had to be the one to fix their situation. Oswald didn't tell him and was fully aware Ed would go seek out the answers. Expected it. It was a gamble. He pulls his hands back from him, pulls away but only to circle around him again to lean on the desk next to the chair so he can look him in the eyes.

He narrows them for a moment as Oswald keeps talking, all thought and a reaction to just running his tongue along the inside of his mouth. That's still painful but it does enforce the words. Here. Before. Promise to trust. Gotham be damned. He misses them. He really misses them. It was so much easier. Neither part of his head disagrees that it was easier. That there isn't some sort of benefit to it. That he's better closer than apart.

Ed moves again and there's no precaution to it, no hesitation. It's almost too forceful puts his arms around Oswald and pulls him forward in his chair and against himself. ]