Well. That's just strangely poetic of a shitty sex dungeon city. It draws a soft laugh from Oswald as he lowers his head in bashful amusement.
"Perhaps it truly is fate," he muses aloud, recalling one of the earliest conversations he and Ed had when he awoke in the other man's bed, tired and worn and broken.
He's quiet for a moment then, running his tongue across the flats of his teeth beneath his lips adds, "And I have that too."
Oswald's comment coincides with the car drawing to the gate out of the city, leaving the specific subject hanging quite ambiguously as he makes to step out and reach into his pocket, withdrawing the switchblade and offering it to Ed like it's something strangely precious.
"Admittedly, I had every intention of returning it to you sooner."
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Date: 2020-06-30 02:04 pm (UTC)"Perhaps it truly is fate," he muses aloud, recalling one of the earliest conversations he and Ed had when he awoke in the other man's bed, tired and worn and broken.
He's quiet for a moment then, running his tongue across the flats of his teeth beneath his lips adds, "And I have that too."
Oswald's comment coincides with the car drawing to the gate out of the city, leaving the specific subject hanging quite ambiguously as he makes to step out and reach into his pocket, withdrawing the switchblade and offering it to Ed like it's something strangely precious.
"Admittedly, I had every intention of returning it to you sooner."