Ed has always been able to slip into seeing Oswald's needs and his plan, if motivated to do so. He looks to Oswald, frowning slightly and then shifting on his feet.

He realises almost immediately what this is about. This is about those six months. And he can feel Riddler prickle under his skin, demanding to be let out to handle it, before Ed does something embarrassing, something demeaning.

He leans against the counter and nods slightly. "All right. You're ready to tell me. I won't say anything until you finish."