[Oswald turns from where he's hung the robe on a door hook, fixing him a wide-eyed look. A virgin he may be, but he's no fool, feeling the intent in Ed's simmering stare as it raises the hairs along the nape of his neck, pricking his scalp. He shifts his weight, his fingers stirring restlessly at his sides. A man in a standoff.
At some point, one of them would have to make a move.
The door's unlocked. He knows he's free to leave at any moment, he always has been, even if a misplaced sense of something panic-like tells him otherwise. But he's still here, fully awake and sweating through his shirt, remembering Ed telling him about fight or flight, flirting and freezing--] ...Really?
[It's a moment before he huffs a soft, shaky laugh - pure nerves. Raising his eyebrows expectantly, he adds:] ...Right here?
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Date: 2020-01-05 08:31 am (UTC)At some point, one of them would have to make a move.
The door's unlocked. He knows he's free to leave at any moment, he always has been, even if a misplaced sense of something panic-like tells him otherwise. But he's still here, fully awake and sweating through his shirt, remembering Ed telling him about fight or flight, flirting and freezing--] ...Really?
[It's a moment before he huffs a soft, shaky laugh - pure nerves. Raising his eyebrows expectantly, he adds:] ...Right here?