I would gladly take your company in this place ten times over that of my fellow inmates in some cushy hotel. But I figure that goes without saying.
[Despite the frazzled state Ed has found him in, Oswald takes the idea of waiting patiently surprisingly well -- no shaking and frothing or shouts barely bitten back; he has survived this long and going forward, it would help immensely knowing Ed was free and working tirelessly in the backdrop. It's what Ed says next, his casual suggestion, that hits him like a slap. His face goes blank, mouth opening uselessly, closing. Pulse sharpening in his throat.
Ed raises some good points - a marriage of convenience certainly wouldn't hurt them. Although he can already tell, from the sudden tightness in his chest, that he might come to want just a little more out of a decision based on cold, hard logic; he can't help himself.]
I'll admit... this isn't what I was expecting to hear when I woke up this morning. [He says, finally, blinking. His ears grow hot.] But I have to say - [his eyebrows go up] ...it is a tempting proposition. Kinda worth it for the last part alone, really.
[The corner of his mouth goes up, a brief hint of his old conspiratorial smirk, his spirited self.]
But we'll have plenty of time to discuss future plans [--and the prenup, too, should the idea of marrying stick--] over a homecooked meal and a bottle of vintage wine from my father's collection.
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[Despite the frazzled state Ed has found him in, Oswald takes the idea of waiting patiently surprisingly well -- no shaking and frothing or shouts barely bitten back; he has survived this long and going forward, it would help immensely knowing Ed was free and working tirelessly in the backdrop. It's what Ed says next, his casual suggestion, that hits him like a slap. His face goes blank, mouth opening uselessly, closing. Pulse sharpening in his throat.
Ed raises some good points - a marriage of convenience certainly wouldn't hurt them. Although he can already tell, from the sudden tightness in his chest, that he might come to want just a little more out of a decision based on cold, hard logic; he can't help himself.]
I'll admit... this isn't what I was expecting to hear when I woke up this morning. [He says, finally, blinking. His ears grow hot.] But I have to say - [his eyebrows go up] ...it is a tempting proposition. Kinda worth it for the last part alone, really.
[The corner of his mouth goes up, a brief hint of his old conspiratorial smirk, his spirited self.]
But we'll have plenty of time to discuss future plans [--and the prenup, too, should the idea of marrying stick--] over a homecooked meal and a bottle of vintage wine from my father's collection.
[Saliva pools in his mouth at the thought. Fuck.]