[Oswald's expression sobers, softens. Despite all the loneliness and the fear, the shame in having been forced to surrender his dignity at the door, it's Ed's choice to dress in an old suit that hits him hardest.]
Oh-- [He says lamely, after a beat.
It takes a few bobs of his throat to get his voice to work again - and then he huffs a self-deprecating laugh, all too aware that they aren't alone. Always feeling someone's gaze on him, judging, his bruised body threatening to fold under its weight. He sucks down a breath, offering his thanks in the fragile smile he musters up.] - Duh. You'll have to forgive my less than stellar memory. It has been a while, and I admit I could do with a few more hours of sleep.
[He considers Ed's hand for a while and lifts his own to meet it, palm and pads of his fingers whitening against the glass. And turning his weary gaze on Ed again, searching his face for changes time have wrought and all the stories left untold, Oswald can only wonder if Ed had ached just as fiercely for him in Arkham as he does for Ed.]
Well, I must say, I am very happy for you.
[He sniffs and nods, smiling still. There's hope now. No need to consider to committing to a long-term act hoping that the prison psychiatrists would deem him severely ill and move him to Arkham, allowing him to bail with Ed. And thank god for that - from what he has overheard, it could very well have taken years for any transfer request to be processed. He's done with just scraping by in this place, always one step forward and two steps back, at best.]
All your hard work and your unstinting pursuit of self-betterment have certainly paid off. [Oswald slowly peels his hand from the glass.] Congratulations.
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Date: 2019-11-23 03:13 am (UTC)Oh-- [He says lamely, after a beat.
It takes a few bobs of his throat to get his voice to work again - and then he huffs a self-deprecating laugh, all too aware that they aren't alone. Always feeling someone's gaze on him, judging, his bruised body threatening to fold under its weight. He sucks down a breath, offering his thanks in the fragile smile he musters up.] - Duh. You'll have to forgive my less than stellar memory. It has been a while, and I admit I could do with a few more hours of sleep.
[He considers Ed's hand for a while and lifts his own to meet it, palm and pads of his fingers whitening against the glass. And turning his weary gaze on Ed again, searching his face for changes time have wrought and all the stories left untold, Oswald can only wonder if Ed had ached just as fiercely for him in Arkham as he does for Ed.]
Well, I must say, I am very happy for you.
[He sniffs and nods, smiling still. There's hope now. No need to consider to committing to a long-term act hoping that the prison psychiatrists would deem him severely ill and move him to Arkham, allowing him to bail with Ed. And thank god for that - from what he has overheard, it could very well have taken years for any transfer request to be processed. He's done with just scraping by in this place, always one step forward and two steps back, at best.]
All your hard work and your unstinting pursuit of self-betterment have certainly paid off. [Oswald slowly peels his hand from the glass.] Congratulations.