[ It's a blind spot. Presumed to be the oddities of real friendship. Of Oswald. He doesn't see the solution to this. Not really. There's a crack in his expression.
A flash of surprise. Confusion. Why is he asking that? ] Why? [ He repeats it. Is this a riddle? ] Because... [ He pauses, carefully considering the answer. He has that one, doesn't he? He licks his lips, looking away from him. Picking and choosing what to say. Because they're best friends. Because he never lied to him, about disliking him or not. And... Why is he asking that? ] Because I believe we're the same. [ Different. No one else measures up.
He states earnestly before his expression tightens, lips pressing together in a thin line again. Suspicious. Paranoid. He looks back at him quickly. ]
Why? [ A pause ] I must admit, if this is some sort of test of my trustworthiness... [ Why would you doubt him? ]
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A flash of surprise. Confusion. Why is he asking that? ] Why? [ He repeats it. Is this a riddle? ] Because... [ He pauses, carefully considering the answer. He has that one, doesn't he? He licks his lips, looking away from him. Picking and choosing what to say. Because they're best friends. Because he never lied to him, about disliking him or not. And... Why is he asking that? ] Because I believe we're the same. [ Different. No one else measures up.
He states earnestly before his expression tightens, lips pressing together in a thin line again. Suspicious. Paranoid. He looks back at him quickly. ]
Why? [ A pause ] I must admit, if this is some sort of test of my trustworthiness... [ Why would you doubt him? ]