He looks over to Oswald and whatever problems the two are having with one another, it's not with Oswald in the slightest and instead he beams, genuinely pleased to see him looking much more himself. "Oswald, I didn't free you to celebrate. I helped you get out because we're- no, I am saying this, because you make us better. We're better with you."
There's no protest to the statement from Riddler.
"I'll pour the wine but first..." He holds out his arm, inviting another hug, one less desperate than the one from outside.
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He looks over to Oswald and whatever problems the two are having with one another, it's not with Oswald in the slightest and instead he beams, genuinely pleased to see him looking much more himself. "Oswald, I didn't free you to celebrate. I helped you get out because we're- no, I am saying this, because you make us better. We're better with you."
There's no protest to the statement from Riddler.
"I'll pour the wine but first..." He holds out his arm, inviting another hug, one less desperate than the one from outside.