Riddler leans in, the tip of his nose brushing Oswald's cheek and cheekbone and pressing a soft kiss there. "Am I such a burden to have to live with instead of Ed? He never let himself feel anything towards men, it was too dangerous, so I felt it for him. Like the anger. And his contempt. The burning pride..."

Anything that Ed couldn't risk feeling, Riddler felt instead. And as Ed was slowly accepting feeling these things, he was also triggering his own anxiety and the only coping mechanism he had.

"About five minutes more."