[ Ed's staring at Oswald. That expectant look that just turns somewhat disappointed when Oswald starts faking ignorance. Okay. Oswald doesn't want to talk about that. He could press... He could. Maybe he shouldn't. He does know what it's about. He thinks he does.
He looks elsewhere. Ed accepts the water and the pills with a muttered "thank you," quickly taking them and washing it down with water. Water he almost chugs for a second before stopping himself. Holding it carefully and tapping his fingers on it between sips. Hmmm.
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He looks elsewhere. Ed accepts the water and the pills with a muttered "thank you," quickly taking them and washing it down with water. Water he almost chugs for a second before stopping himself. Holding it carefully and tapping his fingers on it between sips. Hmmm.
Oh. He lost both socks now. Good job, Spinda. ]