[ The desire to give love had never been a problem for Oswald so much as finding people that deserved it. For nearly all of his life only his mother had been worth it. His father, despite how tragically brief it was. But that was platonic. Ed was the only one that had been able to make his heart beat fast enough to consider the romantic in more than passing and quick to fade infatuation. He'd also been the only one able to finally break through and, even if he was still learning, begin to teach him what love truly meant.
If only Ed knew how close Oswald had been to being the one to kiss him. ] Fine. Progress.
[ That small confirmation was really all that he needed to hear to know that Ed's past had been far crueler than he'd thought to consider. It made sense. Not even Oswald had shown him an ounce of respect the first time they'd met. He'd been immediately branded as too needlessly enthusiastic, too nosy, too strange. How much more ruthless had others been? He didn't have time to think about it. He didn't know the past but the present had him scrambling for much more immediate answers. ] I would have thought you'd want me to be mindful of your modesty, but if you're going to be like th- [ Oh god, he was grinning. Face, meet hands. ] Stop it.
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If only Ed knew how close Oswald had been to being the one to kiss him. ] Fine. Progress.
[ That small confirmation was really all that he needed to hear to know that Ed's past had been far crueler than he'd thought to consider. It made sense. Not even Oswald had shown him an ounce of respect the first time they'd met. He'd been immediately branded as too needlessly enthusiastic, too nosy, too strange. How much more ruthless had others been? He didn't have time to think about it. He didn't know the past but the present had him scrambling for much more immediate answers. ] I would have thought you'd want me to be mindful of your modesty, but if you're going to be like th- [ Oh god, he was grinning. Face, meet hands. ] Stop it.