[He stares, mouth working soundlessly, while hazily processing what Ed is - or rather, was - telling him before the Riddler persona hijacked his body. He's unsure what obsession means for them or for him, or what he should feel other than an anxious trill in his guts - a sensation not unlike the one that follows the barrel of a gun pressing to his back, cocking.]
I want to talk to Ed. [Oswald says, licking his lips, as if it's as simple as putting someone else on the phone.]
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I want to talk to Ed. [Oswald says, licking his lips, as if it's as simple as putting someone else on the phone.]