[Something shifts inside Oswald and he can breathe again, more deeply than he has in hours. There's some relief in that even while he hives with nervous energy and he aches a gnawing ache, not knowing what to do with himself. Somehow, Riddler honouring his end of the agreement has been less helpful than expected, but he appreciates have one less complication to deal with.]

Perhaps... we should think of pacing ourselves as more a blessing in disguise. I don't know about you, but I'm done with regrets. [Fisting his hands:] I have wanted this -- I have wanted you -- for so long... and I will not let this become one of them. I refuse.