If memory serves I was the one who was hurtful to you first. I accept your apology, of course, but you really didn't need to give me one. As for me -- I don't think I can ever apologize enough.
[ Funny how sometimes you spend so much time worrying about hurting people that you end up hurting them. Unintentionally he'd sunken into himself a bit, both palms on either side of him flat against the couch as he bit at his lip in contemplation. A friendship that would stay intact either way. He lingered on that thought for a moment, just slightly smiling. Even if he ended up not having Ed, he'd still have him in the way he always had. It was sad but it was happy.
...or was it sad?
His eyebrows slowly rose at what else he had to say. Not even Oswald himself was sure what he would do if he wasn't holding back. Would it be that different? To him it seemed that the biggest difference is that Ed would know the real intent behind his actions instead of assuming everything he did was out of friendship only. His face turned a bit redder at what the implication of what "just yet" could mean, but despite his flustered state the timidness in Ed hadn't passed his notice. Was there really, actually a possibility? How silly was it that he wanted to giggle? But they were still being serious. Not now. ]
You don't need to worry about that. I'm not exactly the type for such things myself. [ Which he had always assumed was obvious, though perhaps not. ] I... admit that I hadn't considered what I would do if this was the direction things went. [ He looked off, nervously. ] What am I supposed to do now? [ He was so quiet that he may have been talking to himself. It was highly likely that he was. (He was.) Without thinking much about it he brought one hand to his mouth, his horrible habit of nail biting taking over. ]
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[ Funny how sometimes you spend so much time worrying about hurting people that you end up hurting them. Unintentionally he'd sunken into himself a bit, both palms on either side of him flat against the couch as he bit at his lip in contemplation. A friendship that would stay intact either way. He lingered on that thought for a moment, just slightly smiling. Even if he ended up not having Ed, he'd still have him in the way he always had. It was sad but it was happy.
...or was it sad?
His eyebrows slowly rose at what else he had to say. Not even Oswald himself was sure what he would do if he wasn't holding back. Would it be that different? To him it seemed that the biggest difference is that Ed would know the real intent behind his actions instead of assuming everything he did was out of friendship only. His face turned a bit redder at what the implication of what "just yet" could mean, but despite his flustered state the timidness in Ed hadn't passed his notice. Was there really, actually a possibility? How silly was it that he wanted to giggle? But they were still being serious. Not now. ]
You don't need to worry about that. I'm not exactly the type for such things myself. [ Which he had always assumed was obvious, though perhaps not. ] I... admit that I hadn't considered what I would do if this was the direction things went. [ He looked off, nervously. ] What am I supposed to do now? [ He was so quiet that he may have been talking to himself. It was highly likely that he was. (He was.) Without thinking much about it he brought one hand to his mouth, his horrible habit of nail biting taking over. ]