[ How could they possibly figure out how to feel about this situation except uncertainty? And shame. He got himself hurt and now he has to be stripped. Embarrassment. Discomfort. Pain - but not because of Oswald. That was already there, even if the dry fabric being pulled off does bring a sensation like ripping a band-aid off in a certain spot. Bashfulness? Forcing their uncertain inch-worming in a very specific direction for Oswald's sake to take a leap ahead to stripping, which he's quite sure Oswald is thinking about the way he went from concentration to just ...staring. Where is his gaze directed? Is it a bad wound? Does he look unsatisfactory with his shirt off? Ah. It must be the blood-loss that he has to question that oddly. ]
It's okay. [ Ed can't even be sure what he's apologizing for. He tilts his head down to try and look at himself before the shirt starts coming off a lot quicker. The closest proximity in this process of pulling someone else's shirt off, he determines, is when it has to go over the head. The arms have to go up and the individual has to lean forward slightly. Ed leans in. He doesn't have to as close to the face as he is and -
Oswald took a step back. Ed inhales a breath, puts his hands over his face. The answer to the stuttered question gets blurted out quickly. ] Aid kit. Fresh clothes. Spare glasses.
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It's okay. [ Ed can't even be sure what he's apologizing for. He tilts his head down to try and look at himself before the shirt starts coming off a lot quicker. The closest proximity in this process of pulling someone else's shirt off, he determines, is when it has to go over the head. The arms have to go up and the individual has to lean forward slightly. Ed leans in. He doesn't have to as close to the face as he is and -
Oswald took a step back. Ed inhales a breath, puts his hands over his face. The answer to the stuttered question gets blurted out quickly. ] Aid kit. Fresh clothes. Spare glasses.