[ Oswald knew what Ed was going to ask him about, yet the anticipation of it was still torturous. Though, it was self inflicted torture. All of this was. Were the effects of that place still lingering in his mind or was this just how he was no matter what? He liked to think he had more control over himself than what he was displaying but the truth was likely that the latter was more true than the former. What had happened had just given him an excuse to think something else was making him act out of sorts. But this was all him, and now he had to face the consequences of that. ]
... what? [ To say he was staring was an understatement. For what felt like too long, he almost couldn't comprehend what he'd just heard. A bold question like that should have crossed his mind as a possibility but it hadn't. What was he supposed to say? His response could potentially have horrible results. But what had denial and repression gotten him? He'd been doing it all day and it had ended in him acting so out of line that he'd made himself angry. And what about no secrets? The truth might be the only answer he could live with. ]
Yes. [ Somehow he didn't look away, but his voice had been too weak. He had to repeat it. It needed more conviction. ] Yes. [ Another deep breath. He was doing that a lot these last few hours. ] I... I don't know what was whispering in the back of your head today, Ed, but there was one thing I couldn't stop thinking about above everything else. It was you. If I could spend every moment of my life with you nothing would make me happier. [ He smiled slightly, but his brows were knitted and just as quick as it came on it dissipated again. ] But what I don't want is you to agree to something just because you said you'd do anything. You deserve to be happy so much more than I ever will. If you weren't -- [ He shook his head lightly. ] My happiness doesn't matter if yours doesn't exist.
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... what? [ To say he was staring was an understatement. For what felt like too long, he almost couldn't comprehend what he'd just heard. A bold question like that should have crossed his mind as a possibility but it hadn't. What was he supposed to say? His response could potentially have horrible results. But what had denial and repression gotten him? He'd been doing it all day and it had ended in him acting so out of line that he'd made himself angry. And what about no secrets? The truth might be the only answer he could live with. ]
Yes. [ Somehow he didn't look away, but his voice had been too weak. He had to repeat it. It needed more conviction. ] Yes. [ Another deep breath. He was doing that a lot these last few hours. ] I... I don't know what was whispering in the back of your head today, Ed, but there was one thing I couldn't stop thinking about above everything else. It was you. If I could spend every moment of my life with you nothing would make me happier. [ He smiled slightly, but his brows were knitted and just as quick as it came on it dissipated again. ] But what I don't want is you to agree to something just because you said you'd do anything. You deserve to be happy so much more than I ever will. If you weren't -- [ He shook his head lightly. ] My happiness doesn't matter if yours doesn't exist.