[ He hated that. He hated when Ed looked like he expected something and then his face fell when he didn't get it. It was unbearable in a way that weakened his defenses more and more by the second. Oswald wanted to please Ed. He really did. He didn't want to ever be the one to make him look like that. But he was still prideful, and that was one of his biggest problems. Lying or averting was both easier and safer than the truth. Despite his feelings he still had to struggle with that. He reached for one of the washcloths he'd brought to remove the blood that was still dried onto Ed's skin, but before he could bring himself to do anything he let out a sigh of defeat. He couldn't look him in the face like this. ] Just say it.
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