[ How obvious had Oswald been about this to others around them? Ed hadn't noticed himself but he wasn't looking for it. If you know what someone loves, you know their weakness. Because that's what it is.
He should keep an eye out.
There he is holding that hand again. It takes him by surprise again, that much is obvious, but only at Oswald's reaction to it. That shy grin. Like he wasn't just pulling his nails out of his mouth because it annoyed him. He lets his grip on it go lax and almost hesitantly pulls his hand back into himself. ]
[ He's staring again. Ed hates how befuddled he is about this. Oswald has no right to be this vexing. The riddle is something he can assign an answer to quickly but he says it slowly, looking over his glasses at him like he's unsure of it. Even doubting that, it seems. It's not the riddle itself it's the context, that it's really his smile and not just an imaginary person for the sake of the riddle. ]
Happiness. You want to give me happiness. [ Oh. He understands this part of it, at least. The rest he'll have to come to grips with. His expression falls into something more familiar. Clear. A tight smile after first that he softens up. He straightens himself, having at some point slowly sank down into a bit of a hunch just to get better eye-level with him while doing everything to puzzle him out. ]
action;
He should keep an eye out.
There he is holding that hand again. It takes him by surprise again, that much is obvious, but only at Oswald's reaction to it. That shy grin. Like he wasn't just pulling his nails out of his mouth because it annoyed him. He lets his grip on it go lax and almost hesitantly pulls his hand back into himself. ]
[ He's staring again. Ed hates how befuddled he is about this. Oswald has no right to be this vexing. The riddle is something he can assign an answer to quickly but he says it slowly, looking over his glasses at him like he's unsure of it. Even doubting that, it seems. It's not the riddle itself it's the context, that it's really his smile and not just an imaginary person for the sake of the riddle. ]
Happiness. You want to give me happiness. [ Oh. He understands this part of it, at least. The rest he'll have to come to grips with. His expression falls into something more familiar. Clear. A tight smile after first that he softens up. He straightens himself, having at some point slowly sank down into a bit of a hunch just to get better eye-level with him while doing everything to puzzle him out. ]
I can accept that.