Sighing, he presses his palms to his eyes and keeps them there a while, unequipped to deal with Ed's persistence when his fingers itch and his nerves hum, his body more on Ed's side than his own.
Of course he won't object if he's losing his mind in the middle of a panic attack, he mumbles to himself, actually barking out a laugh at the compliment he gets. Sexy - there's a novel idea, sitting here stripped of all his finery, still-damp hair lying flat over his skull and his eye raw, cheeks sticky with tears. A Penguin less shaken and vulnerable and a touch more familiar with this sort of attention, these sort of winks and nods and sly, sidelong looks, could've teased Ed without missing a beat, insisting that flattery will get him nowhere. But Oswald only passes a hand over his face and levels Ed a look, feeling like so much of their friendship now hinges on whether or not he's able to dig in his heels while Ed is pulling at him, willing him over the edge with him.]
Right. [Pinching the bridge of his nose. It has been a day.] ...Ed, I haven't even-- [He cuts himself off with a weary shake of his head. He imagines Ed can guess, anyway, that he has only ever kissed his mom.]
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Sighing, he presses his palms to his eyes and keeps them there a while, unequipped to deal with Ed's persistence when his fingers itch and his nerves hum, his body more on Ed's side than his own.
Of course he won't object if he's losing his mind in the middle of a panic attack, he mumbles to himself, actually barking out a laugh at the compliment he gets. Sexy - there's a novel idea, sitting here stripped of all his finery, still-damp hair lying flat over his skull and his eye raw, cheeks sticky with tears. A Penguin less shaken and vulnerable and a touch more familiar with this sort of attention, these sort of winks and nods and sly, sidelong looks, could've teased Ed without missing a beat, insisting that flattery will get him nowhere. But Oswald only passes a hand over his face and levels Ed a look, feeling like so much of their friendship now hinges on whether or not he's able to dig in his heels while Ed is pulling at him, willing him over the edge with him.]
Right. [Pinching the bridge of his nose. It has been a day.] ...Ed, I haven't even-- [He cuts himself off with a weary shake of his head. He imagines Ed can guess, anyway, that he has only ever kissed his mom.]