Fair. [He cedes without a shred of guilt, his expression unchanging.] But timing, my friend, is everything.
[There's little left to say that hasn't already been said on showing some restraint. And between the fading shock of kissing and being kissed and zagging violently between emotional extremes, he's worn down and wrung-out, not much talk left in him. It'd be nice if his brain proved as ready to quit on him as his legs are; he's not so confident he'll make it through the night without a single bad dream breaking up his sleep, but a man could hope.]
Good luck with that. [He tosses the answer casually, but means it - and he lingers a while, wetting his lips as he shifts around a little and looks everywhere but at Ed. Whatever Oswald seems to be waiting for isn't there, though, and he nods eventually, wheeling around and limping to the door.] Good night to you both.
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[There's little left to say that hasn't already been said on showing some restraint. And between the fading shock of kissing and being kissed and zagging violently between emotional extremes, he's worn down and wrung-out, not much talk left in him. It'd be nice if his brain proved as ready to quit on him as his legs are; he's not so confident he'll make it through the night without a single bad dream breaking up his sleep, but a man could hope.]
Good luck with that. [He tosses the answer casually, but means it - and he lingers a while, wetting his lips as he shifts around a little and looks everywhere but at Ed. Whatever Oswald seems to be waiting for isn't there, though, and he nods eventually, wheeling around and limping to the door.] Good night to you both.