[Oswald snorts quietly. He nods at his lap, sucking in his cheek.] That's a pretty good save.
[A laugh lumps, aching, in his throat, never making it out. Blinking and blinking, he fights off a sudden wave of tears by sheer force of will and tries to shake his head clear, the massage serving as the distraction he needs, an excuse to avoid Ed's gaze. It's back to work and he takes his time with it, focusing hard on Ed's hand as if the answers to everything can be found in the lines etched into it. He never believed in palmistry, but would indulge his mom's favourable predictions for his future. Whether she was honest in her readings or only telling him what they both of them wanted to hear, he doesn't know, or care; all that matters was the time they shared together while they could, all these moments he'd never have again.]
You seemed to like this the most [he points out, burrowing lightly into the ball of Ed's thumb after limbering up his fingers] ...so I'm going to give it some extra attention.
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Date: 2020-01-03 02:30 am (UTC)[A laugh lumps, aching, in his throat, never making it out. Blinking and blinking, he fights off a sudden wave of tears by sheer force of will and tries to shake his head clear, the massage serving as the distraction he needs, an excuse to avoid Ed's gaze. It's back to work and he takes his time with it, focusing hard on Ed's hand as if the answers to everything can be found in the lines etched into it. He never believed in palmistry, but would indulge his mom's favourable predictions for his future. Whether she was honest in her readings or only telling him what they both of them wanted to hear, he doesn't know, or care; all that matters was the time they shared together while they could, all these moments he'd never have again.]
You seemed to like this the most [he points out, burrowing lightly into the ball of Ed's thumb after limbering up his fingers] ...so I'm going to give it some extra attention.