[ Not for loving him. He could never be sorry for that even if he wanted to be. No, what he was sorry for was that he had loved him in the entirely wrong way for so long.
For a while he had convinced himself that freedom really did come from the denial of love, but discovering that he had a father that accepted and wanted him even knowing the things he'd committed was enough to start cracking the barrier of that belief. And then, in some poetic irony, the very person who had led Oswald to think building that wall was the best chance they had was the one to demolish it completely.
For a while it hadn't even registered that Ed was watching him or even paying attention at all until his question was countered with another. What he wanted to do...? Lots of things. Thousands of things. But when their hands reunited and Oswald reacted with a shy grin so swift that he barely realized it was there until a handful of moment passed, a thought came to him. A ridiculous, overly sentimental thought, but... surely if he said it in that special way it would mean so much more, wouldn't it? ]
What I want is... well, to give you something. Something very important. [ Brief silence. Like he was thinking. It would never be good enough, but didn't need to be. It just needed to carry the message. ] A fraction of it can make something worthwhile. I find some every time you smile. What is it? [ He forced himself to keep looking at him, biting his lip nervously. He would know the answer, of course, but it was hard to predict how he would react, especially to something so excessively drenched in emotion. ]
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For a while he had convinced himself that freedom really did come from the denial of love, but discovering that he had a father that accepted and wanted him even knowing the things he'd committed was enough to start cracking the barrier of that belief. And then, in some poetic irony, the very person who had led Oswald to think building that wall was the best chance they had was the one to demolish it completely.
For a while it hadn't even registered that Ed was watching him or even paying attention at all until his question was countered with another. What he wanted to do...? Lots of things. Thousands of things. But when their hands reunited and Oswald reacted with a shy grin so swift that he barely realized it was there until a handful of moment passed, a thought came to him. A ridiculous, overly sentimental thought, but... surely if he said it in that special way it would mean so much more, wouldn't it? ]
What I want is... well, to give you something. Something very important. [ Brief silence. Like he was thinking. It would never be good enough, but didn't need to be. It just needed to carry the message. ] A fraction of it can make something worthwhile. I find some every time you smile. What is it? [ He forced himself to keep looking at him, biting his lip nervously. He would know the answer, of course, but it was hard to predict how he would react, especially to something so excessively drenched in emotion. ]