action;

[ That's constantly put at an odd in his head. Oswald had never made it seem like a weakness. It's a mutual benefit, as much as it occasionally irks him that Oswald seems to know what he's thinking sometimes. So much for mystery.

Walking out of here is going to be a relief. The odd pull of the place is like another voice in the back of his head asking if he wants to do things. Luckily, the deepest desire of his isn't something achievable here (and he already went murdering, won something, and was a show off today) or he's sure it would be far more convincing.

He's on to him again. Damn it. ] There's no strain. This is perfectly acceptable. [ But he'll lean on him more. Happy? ]