Ed and Riddler spat at one another for a moment, lose their interest in it and instead lose the jacket and tie entirely, shirt collar remaining undone and vest opened. Mostly comfortable, though he's aware of the conflicting firing of nerves, of anxiety and lust and frustration at each other and a frisson of something he can't quite pinpoint yet.
He still has colour high on his cheeks when Oswald gets back, but he's at least comfortably draped on the lounge, studying a painting on the opposite wall with an intensity it possibly doesn't deserve. He glances as the door opens again and extends an arm to let Oswald tuck in against him.
"This morning? It was- nice." Nice is an understatement. It was the first time his sleep has felt at all restful in a very long time. "Are you inviting me to come and stay with you tonight?"
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Date: 2020-01-01 12:41 am (UTC)He still has colour high on his cheeks when Oswald gets back, but he's at least comfortably draped on the lounge, studying a painting on the opposite wall with an intensity it possibly doesn't deserve. He glances as the door opens again and extends an arm to let Oswald tuck in against him.
"This morning? It was- nice." Nice is an understatement. It was the first time his sleep has felt at all restful in a very long time. "Are you inviting me to come and stay with you tonight?"