Ed's lips barely quirk in a smile, because he's glad in a way, that he's seen what no one else does (and isn't that so often the way for him?) and in another way, he wants to burn the city to the ground for not recognising the perfection of Oswald.
"Then they were all blind idiots." He pushes away from the door frame and comes closer. He doesn't sit, not uninvited, not when he wants to perch on the side of the lounge, near Oswald.
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Date: 2019-12-26 05:22 am (UTC)"Then they were all blind idiots." He pushes away from the door frame and comes closer. He doesn't sit, not uninvited, not when he wants to perch on the side of the lounge, near Oswald.