[ Would it be worse or better if this had happened earlier on? Back then Ed wouldn't have known the reason for why he was acting as he was. He probably would have come up with a plausible excuse and decided it was just the lingering influence of having something strange going on in their minds or something similar. That also would have given him a chance to come to a negative conclusion, but now that he knew the truth it was so much harder to hide things. Things that were extremely awkward to admit to out loud. Things that Ed could now likely conclude on his own.
He barely registered the verbal response, but he couldn't not notice Ed's face so close. Almost like it was intentional. He wouldn't possibly do what it looked like was going to do. Why would he? The first and only time had just been a test. An experiment. Ed was in pain and miserable and there was no way he would attempt to kiss him at a time like this. Yet he still panicked. Throwing the shirt, the swift step back, the stuttering -- he hated that he did it but he still couldn't help it. When Ed's voice came out muffled he looked up at him, a frown forming on his face. He hadn't actually been trying to...? No. He hadn't. He was burying his face because he was in pain. How many times did he have to beat that into his own skull before he stopped thinking with his emotions? ]
I won't be long. [ That wasn't too many things to get. He might grab a few towels too. Having blood caked on your skin was never comfortable. Oswald turned to exit the room, but looked back to speak again. One could interpret his words as scolding, but the softness of his tone was nothing of the sort.] Don't try anything while I'm not here.
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He barely registered the verbal response, but he couldn't not notice Ed's face so close. Almost like it was intentional. He wouldn't possibly do what it looked like was going to do. Why would he? The first and only time had just been a test. An experiment. Ed was in pain and miserable and there was no way he would attempt to kiss him at a time like this. Yet he still panicked. Throwing the shirt, the swift step back, the stuttering -- he hated that he did it but he still couldn't help it. When Ed's voice came out muffled he looked up at him, a frown forming on his face. He hadn't actually been trying to...? No. He hadn't. He was burying his face because he was in pain. How many times did he have to beat that into his own skull before he stopped thinking with his emotions? ]
I won't be long. [ That wasn't too many things to get. He might grab a few towels too. Having blood caked on your skin was never comfortable. Oswald turned to exit the room, but looked back to speak again. One could interpret his words as scolding, but the softness of his tone was nothing of the sort.] Don't try anything while I'm not here.