[ He winces and removes his hands, putting one across his chest instead to cradle it. Stop moving your wrist, asshole.
Ed is having a hard time thinking. He's still dizzy. His face feels hot - probably a fever. Blood. Lightheaded. Pain. Blacking out certain logical processes where for a singular moment he thought now was a good idea to indulge in something he thinks Oswald wants just because. Because? He's so tired. The depth of the injury doesn't appear to be fatal but it's still bad enough to remove a logical thought process. Clearly! There is no other reason he would lean in like that. He doesn't want to do that.
Oswald smelt good. Ed must have that metallic blood scent. Dirt. Sweat. Disgusting. Looking at him is out of the question right now. He keeps his eyes shut. ] I'm not going to. [ A quiet reply, soft. But still with an edge to it that makes it obvious he may have rolled his eyes behind his closed lids. ]
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Ed is having a hard time thinking. He's still dizzy. His face feels hot - probably a fever. Blood. Lightheaded. Pain. Blacking out certain logical processes where for a singular moment he thought now was a good idea to indulge in something he thinks Oswald wants just because. Because? He's so tired. The depth of the injury doesn't appear to be fatal but it's still bad enough to remove a logical thought process. Clearly! There is no other reason he would lean in like that. He doesn't want to do that.
Oswald smelt good. Ed must have that metallic blood scent. Dirt. Sweat. Disgusting. Looking at him is out of the question right now. He keeps his eyes shut. ] I'm not going to. [ A quiet reply, soft. But still with an edge to it that makes it obvious he may have rolled his eyes behind his closed lids. ]