[ If love was like being underwater, Oswald had been swept out to sea. He couldn't have stopped himself from falling under the pull of the waves even if he had actually tried to. Just like Ed, he knew how it was to desire affections that weren't cruel. Were those same waves crashing in on him too? If they were, how hard was he fighting them?

Oswald's concern likely showed on his face. The damage couldn't have been too severe, and thank heavens it hadn't been, but with the condition Ed was in there was no question it had hurt quite a bit. He could have determined that without the reaction that was seemingly so out of character, but it made him sympathize more. Feel more empathetic. Those weren't emotions he exercised very often. ]

My -- [ He hesitated momentarily. Had he said that out loud? Yes, yes he had. Would he ever stop feeling shy about showing affection? ] I'm sure he'll learn. He's still young. [ He was actually making excuses for him. Or was he looking for a quick subject change? ... both? ] Oh, well, if you get beat up enough you just get used to it. [ Ha ha. Why did he keep laughing at things that weren't funny? ] Anyway, if you're okay then I really should get you cleaned up and resting.