[ It really was ridiculous. Smiling like that when Ed hadn't done what he had for any affectionate reason. But it felt good to be free about it. To not have to turn his head or lie about what he was really thinking. He'd done so much lying, and not even that had saved him every time. Grell couldn't prove it, but she knew. She was too intuitive not to know. Dave... Dave was trustworthy. He hoped.
Oswald allowed his hand fall back to his lap, but his eyes trailed after Ed's hand for a bit longer than needed. He was probably only seeing what he wanted to. Did hesitation make sense? The answer to the riddle he'd posed didn't take long to come, and when it did he nodded several times. Once to confirm he was correct, although that was unnecessary. A second time to emphasize what he wanted. A third time because he was still nervous. Still biting his lip. ]
I figure that's something we can share regardless of what happens, so -- [ He hadn't realized what he'd said at first. He blinked, processing it. ] Really? [ Don't smile. Don't smile. Don't -- He was smiling. Maybe it didn't seem like much, but hearing that Ed accepted any part of this struck him in a way he hadn't thought it would. Which is probably why he ended up quickly leaning forward and wrapping his arms around him. ] Thank you for giving me a chance. [ He didnt't add anything else at first, but after a short while of silence he spoke up again in a voice not much above a whisper. ] I really am going to prove it, Ed. I'm going to prove to you that I mean what I'm saying. I promise that I will.
[ Oswald being happy is something he wants. Oswald needing him was always part of the plan. Ed wanted him depending on him for things. Enjoying his company. Trusting. Working with. Ed wanted to be indispensable. Immune to his wrath.
Utilized and taught and brought along.
Being loved works. Being loved romantically doesn't take anything he wants away. It adds to it somewhat. Logically, rejecting the advance works against him. His own feelings on the matter are irrelevant. That's what he tells himself.
His own feelings on the matter, which are irrelevant but there, bring his thoughts back to the action he took several moments earlier that was playing on a continuous loop behind every thought until now and is currently at the forefront. There's a desire to try it again. For science, of course. There's no science behind k-- Shut up.
He nods back at him while Oswald nods far too much, incapable of keeping the corners of his mouth from curling upwards at how endearingly silly that was of him. Nod. Nod. ] Am I making you nervous? [ The answer is yes, of course. Ditto.
Oswald's smiling. Ed forces himself to stop doing it. Oswald's leaning forward and- For science, was it?
It's a hug. Of course, it's a hug. He wouldn't be so bold. How ridiculous. Ed's still initially but hugs him right back, as he always does. Oswald has never had a hug rejected (Yet? He can't imagine a scenario where he would.) He doesn't know what to say to being thanked for opening a line to him. Granting him permission to try and win affections. He might already have those.
Ed didn't ask for proof but Oswald knows his doubts. He knew what it sounded like. That's all he could ask for, he supposes. Proof it's not some misconception. What is love, Oswald? Do you know?
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Oswald allowed his hand fall back to his lap, but his eyes trailed after Ed's hand for a bit longer than needed. He was probably only seeing what he wanted to. Did hesitation make sense? The answer to the riddle he'd posed didn't take long to come, and when it did he nodded several times. Once to confirm he was correct, although that was unnecessary. A second time to emphasize what he wanted. A third time because he was still nervous. Still biting his lip. ]
I figure that's something we can share regardless of what happens, so -- [ He hadn't realized what he'd said at first. He blinked, processing it. ] Really? [ Don't smile. Don't smile. Don't -- He was smiling. Maybe it didn't seem like much, but hearing that Ed accepted any part of this struck him in a way he hadn't thought it would. Which is probably why he ended up quickly leaning forward and wrapping his arms around him. ] Thank you for giving me a chance. [ He didnt't add anything else at first, but after a short while of silence he spoke up again in a voice not much above a whisper. ] I really am going to prove it, Ed. I'm going to prove to you that I mean what I'm saying. I promise that I will.
action;
Utilized and taught and brought along.
Being loved works.
Being loved romantically doesn't take anything he wants away. It adds to it somewhat. Logically, rejecting the advance works against him. His own feelings on the matter are irrelevant. That's what he tells himself.
His own feelings on the matter, which are irrelevant but there, bring his thoughts back to the action he took several moments earlier that was playing on a continuous loop behind every thought until now and is currently at the forefront. There's a desire to try it again. For science, of course. There's no science behind k-- Shut up.
He nods back at him while Oswald nods far too much, incapable of keeping the corners of his mouth from curling upwards at how endearingly silly that was of him. Nod. Nod. ] Am I making you nervous? [ The answer is yes, of course. Ditto.
Oswald's smiling. Ed forces himself to stop doing it. Oswald's leaning forward and- For science, was it?
It's a hug. Of course, it's a hug. He wouldn't be so bold. How ridiculous. Ed's still initially but hugs him right back, as he always does. Oswald has never had a hug rejected (Yet? He can't imagine a scenario where he would.) He doesn't know what to say to being thanked for opening a line to him. Granting him permission to try and win affections. He might already have those.
Ed didn't ask for proof but Oswald knows his doubts. He knew what it sounded like. That's all he could ask for, he supposes. Proof it's not some misconception. What is love, Oswald? Do you know?
He holds on a little tighter. ]