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Do you?

How could I not? I know you love gossip. It isn't? That's disappointing. I would have thought Everglade paperwork would be rather interesting. Laws about supernatural creatures and spells on top of the typical.

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I did unless there was something I wasn't supposed to see. In that case I didn't.

Not gossip, Ed. Information. Which, I admit, some of these documents do have quite a bit of. Not all of it is particularly insightful, sadly. Still, I

[ Oh god. That was a heart. A green heart. Okay. Not a big deal. Probably didn't mean anything. Just Ed messing around. Not a big deal.

It felt like such a big deal.]

What do you think it was?

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Oswald?

[ Breathe breathe breathe -- ]

Sorry. Everything's fine. Pardon the interruption. Sometimes these things just slip right out of your fingers, don't they? Anyway. What were we talking about?

They don't.

You forgot so soon? Scroll up, Oswald.

No? I must be having a clumsy day.

Oh, of course. Silly me. I just meant I understood the joke. Him, you. It was funny.

A clumsy day? Are you feeling alright?

Right.

You caught me. I have been feeling a bit under the weather. It's nothing serious, but you've been dealing with so much already. I didn't want to cause any additional problems. I'm sure I'll be fine by tomorrow.

[ God. Why was lying so much easier than being honest? ]

Still.
You should have told me. Considering entire water supplies have been poisoned, it's unwise to keep that to yourself.

What are your symptoms?

I suppose you're right. I apologize. I hope you don't mistake this for mistrust.

Mostly just a bit lightheaded, a few issues with concentration. I'm only tired from all that's gone on this last week. You really don't need to concern yourself.

Mistrusting you isn't anything you have to worry about from me. I'm simply concerned about you, Oswald.

Perhaps you should rest.

I'll take your word for it then. As always the feeling is mutual, but you really should be focusing on things other than how I feel. It's not necessary.

I really can't. There's still so much work to be done.

Like I said, I have to wait now. And you're the priority, first and foremost.

Am I not helping you enough? You have my permission to scold me.

That's nonsense. You're just as important as I am.

Oh, no. It's not you at all. Your help has been invaluable. The problem is entirely myself.

[ E n t i r e l y. ]

If you say so. :)

Have you been slacking?

I really do.

Only if this conversation counts as slacking. In which case I would be extremely guilty.

Alright, Oswald.
Should I stop distracting you?

I wouldn't call you something as rude as a distraction, but I probably should return to work. If you don't mind, that is.

I'll leave you to it then. But I do have one last question.

And that question is what?

Do you mind sharing your bed?

[ What. ]

I'm sorry?

[ What. ]

Your bed.
The chair is too small and I'm getting a little sick of myself. He kicked me once. Bruised. Awful. He only gets nightmares. I don't. I would be blissfully enjoying my slumber if it wasn't for rude awakenings.

You don't mind, do you?

[ Despite that the instant effects of shock were dying off he still had difficulty actually typing a reply. The extra bit of time it took made him feel even more awkward and flustered. He needed to get a hold of himself. ]

i knew he was restless but not to such an extent. Are you alright? I wouldn't mind but I also wouldn't want to make yuo uncomfortable. I could sleep in the chair myself if need be.

*I *you

I'm fine. Part of me. It isn't as bad as I'm making it sound. If I minded, I wouldn't have asked. I don't want to have to regulate either of us to a chair or a hotel floor that I frankly don't trust the cleaning staff to be entirely diligent about.

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