I didn't-- I thought-- [He stumbles over words, the thought left dangling, unfinished, between them; he scrubs a hand down his face, keeping it clasped over his mouth a moment. There's the stab he was expecting, at last, with a bitter twist of regret. He huffs a sick little laugh and nods to himself, pushing his tongue up against the inside of his cheek.
It isn't Ed's fault. It's not his fault Oswald can't seem to shake all his broken expectations, let them go, even if all they ever do is cut him open again.]
It doesn't matter.
[He musters a brittle smile, unsure who between them he's trying harder to convince.]
I should probably be getting to bed anyway... and there's that music box of yours you wanted to work on.
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Date: 2019-12-10 08:31 am (UTC)I didn't-- I thought-- [He stumbles over words, the thought left dangling, unfinished, between them; he scrubs a hand down his face, keeping it clasped over his mouth a moment. There's the stab he was expecting, at last, with a bitter twist of regret. He huffs a sick little laugh and nods to himself, pushing his tongue up against the inside of his cheek.
It isn't Ed's fault. It's not his fault Oswald can't seem to shake all his broken expectations, let them go, even if all they ever do is cut him open again.]
It doesn't matter.
[He musters a brittle smile, unsure who between them he's trying harder to convince.]
I should probably be getting to bed anyway... and there's that music box of yours you wanted to work on.