[ Oswald might have been underplaying exactly how concerned he was, and the way this conversation was going made him feel even more justified in worrying. He was silent for a moment or two, trying rather fruitlessly to figure out why Ed felt the need to act out so much more than he had before. Was it because nothing was challenging him? He thought he had something to prove? Or...? He sighed. ] You're not content, are you?
[ Partially is better than not at all, but that still didn't make it a satisfying answer. Only halfway wasn't good enough for Ed. He deserved more. ] Is it safe to guess this is more than just your coworkers causing a problem?
Oh. [ Back to this again. Or maybe he'd never stopped thinking about it? Oswald sounded like he didn't quite know what to do. ] I see how that's a problem.
[ He never stops thinking about it. There's a pause. A breath. Is rubbing his eyes audible? ] It's fine. I'll just- focus on something else. No crossbow puzzle. Sorry to bother you.
Ed -- [ Okay, that came out too fast. He exhaled. ] Wait. Please just wait. The very last thing you are to me is a bother. If you want to figure out Genessia then that's what we're going to do. Together.
I do know. [ It was nice to know that fact was always a constant between them. ] Well then, it's decided. You, my dear Ed, are going to be the man to unravel Genessia's secrets.
Good. [ Ed didn't always make it easy to diffuse said bombs, but Oswald had yet to find a time where a bit of praise didn't improve things. He also knew what it was to be overlooked and underestimated, after all. ] Fairly well for a change. I think the assistants around here are finally learning that I actually will remove a finger from the next person I catch leaving my office door open.
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There's still going to be a death with a crossbow though. But now it's just for funsies. ]
How is your day going?
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