[ In a way it felt wrong to see Ed's anxieties so openly out on display. It didn't spell out every thought that was going through his head, no, but it still said something. He wasn't sure that something was a thing he had entirely earned the right to see, but Ed still hadn't left. They were still there, together. When he felt his hand being squeezed, Oswald's own gaze landed at the same place Ed's was. It made him want to smile, but was that appropriate? He didn't know. He ended up biting his lip instead. ] What? [ He looked up at Ed again, trying to catch his eyes with his own. ] I've known that part of your past for quite a while, Ed. And I know you wouldn't hurt me. All you've ever done is try to prevent that, even if it meant you might be the one to get hurt instead. What happened before can't change how I feel right now. My trust is yours. You're the only one that's ever been able to earn it.