It was incredibly agitating. I wanted to pry the answer out of you. Apologies for being rude about it. I can imagine my provocations to try for it had ended up hurtful.

[ He needed the answer. If he didn't, they might not be having this conversation at all. He practically forced a confession out of him. But that's better for the both of them, having it out there. There should be no secrets between them, even if it's... whatever this is. He'd be slightly more forceful if they were to go back and repeat this and get it out sooner. ]

Repressing yourself for the take of a friendship that will still stay intact either way is pointless. And it may be. Enlightening. If I understood what differences in actions you may be taking without holding yourself back. I'm curious and I'm sure you're perfectly capable of not doing anything I'd clearly not in line with just yet. [ He holds his hand up a bit, wiggling his fingers. Hands. ] That was fine, for example. I suppose. [ Something timid about the way he looks off this time. Clears his throat. He looks back at him with more composure, something he gathers more of every time he looks away from him. Oswald is hard to keep a wall up around at the moment. He's vexing. ]

[ Firmly. ] Though please refrain from public displays of affection. I don't like those.