[Oswald lifts his hands away like a guilty man caught in the act, waiting for Ed to quit fussing and relax before guiding him back into place, turning his palm upwards.]

I was wondering when you were gonna come up for air. [Oswald remarks in the midst of gingerly sliding up Ed's sleeve to the elbow. He starts with a few long, easy strokes from palm to wrist to halfway up his forearm, one after another, alternating hands.]

...If I'm pressing too hard or not hard enough, let me know.