There's a long road yet ahead, there's no mistake of that. One that likely has all kind of twists and turns and challenging forks, but in the strangest turns of events Oswald finding the possibility of his and Ed's roads realigning once more the most incredible gift. One he most certainly doesn't deserve, but it's precisely because of that he could never take it for granted. Whatever it is. Hell, Ed could tell him that the two short kisses and this embrace was all that was available and, even if it would feel like dying, it's more than Oswald could have ever dreamt of.
But he does let his weight rest against Ed in a way he would normally refuse to do. It's just for a moment, just for this moment, and while it takes place it probably renders Oswald more into the small man he was often seen to be, that time before he tore a hole out of Gotham's underbelly and inserted himself into it still bloody and snarling. He doesn't need to do that right now with Ed.
After a long moment of still, appreciative silence, Oswald takes a long, deep breath and seems to reinflate himself. His hands move slowly, cautiously across Ed's back to his front, resting flat against his chest as he nods slowly to himself, in preparation to try and find his voice. He clears his throat for good measure.
"I am not the man you knew," he echoes his earlier sentiment, his voice this little both a little firmer in places and little more emotive in others, "And you are not the man I knew. However--"
His hands push up slowly, flatter momentarily around Ed's collar, then continue upward slightly further so his palms gently cup either side of the other man's neck as he lifts his head to look at Ed directly again. Oswald looks a little stunned and shaken still, like he's caught somewhere between bursting into some kind of jubilant dance and crumpling to his knees as a sobbing wreck. He swallows thickly, manages a trembling smile, and stares up into Ed's face with a watery kind of look from not-yet-falling tears.
"--I would like us to change that here. Truly I would. If you... would like the same."
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Date: 2020-06-28 09:59 am (UTC)But he does let his weight rest against Ed in a way he would normally refuse to do. It's just for a moment, just for this moment, and while it takes place it probably renders Oswald more into the small man he was often seen to be, that time before he tore a hole out of Gotham's underbelly and inserted himself into it still bloody and snarling. He doesn't need to do that right now with Ed.
After a long moment of still, appreciative silence, Oswald takes a long, deep breath and seems to reinflate himself. His hands move slowly, cautiously across Ed's back to his front, resting flat against his chest as he nods slowly to himself, in preparation to try and find his voice. He clears his throat for good measure.
"I am not the man you knew," he echoes his earlier sentiment, his voice this little both a little firmer in places and little more emotive in others, "And you are not the man I knew. However--"
His hands push up slowly, flatter momentarily around Ed's collar, then continue upward slightly further so his palms gently cup either side of the other man's neck as he lifts his head to look at Ed directly again. Oswald looks a little stunned and shaken still, like he's caught somewhere between bursting into some kind of jubilant dance and crumpling to his knees as a sobbing wreck. He swallows thickly, manages a trembling smile, and stares up into Ed's face with a watery kind of look from not-yet-falling tears.
"--I would like us to change that here. Truly I would. If you... would like the same."