[ He was too busy taking out his frustration on the entire kitchen to hear Ed say his name. The fact that he'd caused him to try to sit up more properly despite that it likely hurt quite a bit just for him to leave so he could have a thorough tantrum only fueled how angry he was with himself. ] Partner. Partner. What kind of moronic fool am I? I bet he doesn't even feel anything and only keeps it up because if he didn't then I would --

[ The banging stopped. In an instant he went silent. What would he do? ... what had he done, in a different but nearly identical life? Oswald leaned his palms on the counter and squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling deeply in the process. He almost had broken the glass, honestly. Hearing Spinda screaming at the top of its lungs startled him back to reality, but it also nearly made him roll his eyes back into his head. Sighing, he got what he'd came for and made his way back. He was just going to pretend none of that had happened. He cleared his throat for a second time before entering the room again, the water in one hand and a bottle of pain medication in the other. ]

My apologies. I forgot where I put the medicine. [ It was a highly unconvincing excuse, though in the midst of his fit he actually had misplaced it. He gestured to Spinda to try to keep the subject off of his embarrassing behavior. ] I see he found you again.