[Oswald stops cold in the doorway, his hand clamped around the knob. He doesn't just look at Ed -- he gawks at him, as if he has grown another head, sleep-fogged and floundering over what to make of that long stretch of skin, seamed and freckled with scars.
His brow furrows, mouth falling open.] Ed...?
[Not just Ed, but more of Ed than he's ever seen or expected to see. Lean and long-limbed, Oswald's gaze helplessly tracing the strong curve of his shoulders, the tapering of his waist into narrow hips--
He quickly glances away, stomach flipping as he backs out and jerks the door shut.
Just outside the bathroom, he's hit by a surge of adrenaline, his pulse racing in his throat. One of many unspoken cardinal rules from Blackgate comes rushing back: don't stare at anyone, especially not in the shower, unless you're asking to be beaten into the floor.
Reeling to the guest bathroom two rooms down the hall, he stops to piss and then wash his hands and face, his bleary-eyed, dripping reflection looking downright mortified. Soap and makeup hisses down the drain. He touches his tongue to his pinkish lip scar, running though dozens of possible scenarios and dialogue options and wishing he could just go back to bed and pretend the glimpse he had of Ed hasn't already burned itself into his brain.
But if Ed is still holed up in the master bathroom on his return, he'll fish out one of his father's bathrobes and knock meekly with it in hand, meaning to offer it in a quasi-apology in case Ed has somehow forgotten to take a change of clothes in with him.]
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Date: 2020-01-04 11:05 pm (UTC)His brow furrows, mouth falling open.] Ed...?
[Not just Ed, but more of Ed than he's ever seen or expected to see. Lean and long-limbed, Oswald's gaze helplessly tracing the strong curve of his shoulders, the tapering of his waist into narrow hips--
He quickly glances away, stomach flipping as he backs out and jerks the door shut.
Just outside the bathroom, he's hit by a surge of adrenaline, his pulse racing in his throat. One of many unspoken cardinal rules from Blackgate comes rushing back: don't stare at anyone, especially not in the shower, unless you're asking to be beaten into the floor.
Reeling to the guest bathroom two rooms down the hall, he stops to piss and then wash his hands and face, his bleary-eyed, dripping reflection looking downright mortified. Soap and makeup hisses down the drain. He touches his tongue to his pinkish lip scar, running though dozens of possible scenarios and dialogue options and wishing he could just go back to bed and pretend the glimpse he had of Ed hasn't already burned itself into his brain.
But if Ed is still holed up in the master bathroom on his return, he'll fish out one of his father's bathrobes and knock meekly with it in hand, meaning to offer it in a quasi-apology in case Ed has somehow forgotten to take a change of clothes in with him.]