The light calling of his name is more than enough to wake Ed up, too used to sleeping on high alert for so many years and especially in the last few months.
He startles, sits up sharply, glasses askew and bleary eyed. He stares blankly for a long moment and then reaches to rubs his eyes sleepily. "Oswald? Did I- I fell asleep." Not a question. "Sorry."
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Date: 2019-12-17 02:24 am (UTC)He startles, sits up sharply, glasses askew and bleary eyed. He stares blankly for a long moment and then reaches to rubs his eyes sleepily. "Oswald? Did I- I fell asleep." Not a question. "Sorry."