[ Love can lead to betrayal. Or blackmail. Or death. Heartbreak. Suffering. A complete breakdown of every fiber of your being until it's molded into something else. He wants love, he does. But...
Oswald is putting a lot of things into question.
Ed keeps giving them that look. The expression doesn't stop. He keeps glancing between them, at least until Spinda decides to plant a kiss on his hand. Hey. ] A nuisance? Oswald, that's rude. [ He looks away then, lowering his voice down. Hateful. ] There's no reprieve from either. [ A glance back, a forced smile that turns into something small and real while the focus shifts ]
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Oswald is putting a lot of things into question.
Ed keeps giving them that look. The expression doesn't stop. He keeps glancing between them, at least until Spinda decides to plant a kiss on his hand. Hey. ] A nuisance? Oswald, that's rude. [ He looks away then, lowering his voice down. Hateful. ] There's no reprieve from either. [ A glance back, a forced smile that turns into something small and real while the focus shifts ]
Are you staring at a washcloth?