[ That was the biggest difference between them. Oswald had been quick to accept the things he felt despite any questions that would come after, whereas Ed had to consider every possible variable before he could even begin to consider believing or accepting something. Maybe his final calculation would be that Oswald simply wasn't worth the risk. He'd still love him even then, he thought.

If he was going to keep giving that look he'd just have to ignore it. Spinda could kiss him so easily. Brat. ] What should I call it when he slams his head into a closed door three times in a row?

[ The abrupt, stark change in tone left Oswald momentarily speechless and wondering just what kind of horrible memories he'd reminded Ed of. He wanted to know, but was it right to bring it up? Likely not. Not right now especially. But he still felt the need to say something, even if it was said quietly. ] You were better than them. You are better. Weaker people can't stand that. [ He missed the the forced part of the smile, too busy doing... well, exactly what he'd been accused of. ] No! No, I was just -- [ Just what? ] What are you smiling about?