Those were the words that had made Oswald fall so deeply. They were the words that had changed everything. That was why he'd wanted so much to tell Ed the same thing when he finally confessed. And he had. Now a variation of those words, the same principle, was looking him the face once again and affecting him as much as the first time. It was hard to put into words how he felt. Ed had such power over him. Three sentences, two intertwined sentiments. That's all it took to leave him speechless and his heart pumping so fast that he could hear it throbbing in his ears. If love is sacrifice, if love is a willingness to do anything for someone... did that mean Ed felt something for him, too?
Did Ed love him?
He laughed. He couldn't help it. He was laughing and grinning and on the brink of weeping at something that wasn't even a real admittance of feelings but it was the most tangibly close thing to it that he'd gotten. All those little things that Ed did that made him wonder... had he not been reaching as far as he'd thought? He was a mess. An absolute mess. He didn't care. Ed felt something. He had to. He would never test him in this sort of way. Nothing else made sense. It made other things make sense. It might not be the same full-fledged sort of love that Oswald felt, but maybe that's what it could become. What if it already was becoming that? When had Oswald become such a hopeless romantic? ]
That's what I didn't see before, but now I do. Someone who would do anything for you is who I've decided I want to be. When I told you that it wasn't idly. I am going to do for you what you've done for me all along, Ed. I swear it.
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Those were the words that had made Oswald fall so deeply. They were the words that had changed everything. That was why he'd wanted so much to tell Ed the same thing when he finally confessed. And he had. Now a variation of those words, the same principle, was looking him the face once again and affecting him as much as the first time. It was hard to put into words how he felt. Ed had such power over him. Three sentences, two intertwined sentiments. That's all it took to leave him speechless and his heart pumping so fast that he could hear it throbbing in his ears. If love is sacrifice, if love is a willingness to do anything for someone... did that mean Ed felt something for him, too?
Did Ed love him?
He laughed. He couldn't help it. He was laughing and grinning and on the brink of weeping at something that wasn't even a real admittance of feelings but it was the most tangibly close thing to it that he'd gotten. All those little things that Ed did that made him wonder... had he not been reaching as far as he'd thought? He was a mess. An absolute mess. He didn't care. Ed felt something. He had to. He would never test him in this sort of way. Nothing else made sense. It made other things make sense. It might not be the same full-fledged sort of love that Oswald felt, but maybe that's what it could become. What if it already was becoming that? When had Oswald become such a hopeless romantic? ]
That's what I didn't see before, but now I do. Someone who would do anything for you is who I've decided I want to be. When I told you that it wasn't idly. I am going to do for you what you've done for me all along, Ed. I swear it.
You know what? I think I might too.