[While Ed does jerk awake like he was dreading he might, there isn't any shouting or thrashing at shadows, much to Oswald's relief. He isn't sure how well-equipped he is to deal with a full-fledged emotional crisis.]
What? [Staring at Ed fixedly.] ...No -- [He sits himself up with an effort, a furrow appearing between his eyebrows.] -- no need for apologies. You were obviously exhausted, and under a great deal of stress.
[Glancing around them, he realizes Olga must have done her rounds; the tray is gone.] Can I get you something? Some tea, perhaps?
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Date: 2019-12-17 03:16 am (UTC)What? [Staring at Ed fixedly.] ...No -- [He sits himself up with an effort, a furrow appearing between his eyebrows.] -- no need for apologies. You were obviously exhausted, and under a great deal of stress.
[Glancing around them, he realizes Olga must have done her rounds; the tray is gone.] Can I get you something? Some tea, perhaps?