[ There's more to say. There always is. And Oswald sighed and took a moment to just let him get soothed anyway. It's fine. He's patient - used to be immensely so, at least. About everything. Oswald gets all his patience now. Everyone else is either unworthy of it or they snap their fingers at him, having none to return. ]
My, aren't we lucky I came back from it then? Had I come back earlier than my current point, you might have been screwed. [ Oswald's a fearful tone and Ed's just above a quiet whisper. Soft yet sarcastic. Ed had to be the one to fix their situation. Oswald didn't tell him and was fully aware Ed would go seek out the answers. Expected it. It was a gamble. He pulls his hands back from him, pulls away but only to circle around him again to lean on the desk next to the chair so he can look him in the eyes.
He narrows them for a moment as Oswald keeps talking, all thought and a reaction to just running his tongue along the inside of his mouth. That's still painful but it does enforce the words. Here. Before. Promise to trust. Gotham be damned. He misses them. He really misses them. It was so much easier. Neither part of his head disagrees that it was easier. That there isn't some sort of benefit to it. That he's better closer than apart.
Ed moves again and there's no precaution to it, no hesitation. It's almost too forceful puts his arms around Oswald and pulls him forward in his chair and against himself. ]
[ Oswald wondered just how many times he would lay out his vulnerabilities to Ed before it stopped putting a knot in his stomach to do so. More importantly, he wondered when he would stop having things to be guilty about. They had agreed that there would be no lies between them ages ago, but that hadn't stopped Oswald from attempting to dodge the truth on occasion. Of course, lying by omission is still lying. The consequences always catch up.
But this time they hadn't caught up in the way he'd thought they would. Oswald had so feared the only future they could share would be an unbearably painful one, but Ed had always been a better man than Oswald himself was. Not once had he failed to keep his word, nor did he cease in surprising him with graciousness that he was entirely undeserving of. It was so hard to comprehend that the reality he'd lived in Gotham was so different from the reality he was living in that moment, but maybe he didn't need to understand. Ed still wanted to be with him, and Oswald wanted to be with Ed in return. Maybe nothing else mattered.
The sudden embrace caused a quiet gasp to escape Oswald's lips. For a moment surprise overtook him, but instinct guided his own arms as they found their way around Ed's body. He held him both like it was the last time he ever would and the first time he ever had, every bit of love he had pouring out into one embrace. Tears began prickling at his eyes, his grip on the fabric against Ed's back tightening slightly. ]
You know, Ed... [ He spoke quietly, his voice vaguely muffled, his face buried in Ed's shoulder. ] I don't think it was luck. You still believe in fate, don't you?
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My, aren't we lucky I came back from it then? Had I come back earlier than my current point, you might have been screwed. [ Oswald's a fearful tone and Ed's just above a quiet whisper. Soft yet sarcastic. Ed had to be the one to fix their situation. Oswald didn't tell him and was fully aware Ed would go seek out the answers. Expected it. It was a gamble. He pulls his hands back from him, pulls away but only to circle around him again to lean on the desk next to the chair so he can look him in the eyes.
He narrows them for a moment as Oswald keeps talking, all thought and a reaction to just running his tongue along the inside of his mouth. That's still painful but it does enforce the words. Here. Before. Promise to trust. Gotham be damned. He misses them. He really misses them. It was so much easier. Neither part of his head disagrees that it was easier. That there isn't some sort of benefit to it. That he's better closer than apart.
Ed moves again and there's no precaution to it, no hesitation. It's almost too forceful puts his arms around Oswald and pulls him forward in his chair and against himself. ]
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But this time they hadn't caught up in the way he'd thought they would. Oswald had so feared the only future they could share would be an unbearably painful one, but Ed had always been a better man than Oswald himself was. Not once had he failed to keep his word, nor did he cease in surprising him with graciousness that he was entirely undeserving of. It was so hard to comprehend that the reality he'd lived in Gotham was so different from the reality he was living in that moment, but maybe he didn't need to understand. Ed still wanted to be with him, and Oswald wanted to be with Ed in return. Maybe nothing else mattered.
The sudden embrace caused a quiet gasp to escape Oswald's lips. For a moment surprise overtook him, but instinct guided his own arms as they found their way around Ed's body. He held him both like it was the last time he ever would and the first time he ever had, every bit of love he had pouring out into one embrace. Tears began prickling at his eyes, his grip on the fabric against Ed's back tightening slightly. ]
You know, Ed... [ He spoke quietly, his voice vaguely muffled, his face buried in Ed's shoulder. ] I don't think it was luck. You still believe in fate, don't you?