[Oswald trembles faintly, breath hitching under Ed's kisses; he digs his fingers into Ed's leg. But the pleasure washing over him isn't enough to slow his mind, much less stop it from turning as the pieces to a puzzle slide into place what seems far later than it should've. He blinks up at the ceiling of the car, seeing and not seeing.]
His father...
[He repeats, in a daze, as though it never occurred to him that Edward Nygma could have a father, or a mother, or a family, and that he had simply come into being one day.]
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Date: 2019-12-23 06:00 am (UTC)His father...
[He repeats, in a daze, as though it never occurred to him that Edward Nygma could have a father, or a mother, or a family, and that he had simply come into being one day.]