[Oh. Right. That would explain it. He gives this some thought, his fingers twitching with nervous energy, trying to think of where to suggest.
Then, it comes to him--the club space he's signed for and is just sort of assuming he'll find a way to fund it in time. Or, presumptuously, assuming that Ed will find a way to fund it. Without even talking to Ed about it yet. Typical Oswald.]
Insincerity. I'll meet you on the other side of the gateway.
[There is absolutely no way any wires will get crossed in this process at all.]
Ed was sort of thinking they'd go to a cafe, or maybe whatever place it is that Oswald's living in, or somewhere that Oswald could get wine.
But nope, apparently, Insincerity.
Ed makes his way there, trying to ignore Riddler's sniping and grumbling that he's once again running after someone who was picking fights with him.
He's a striking figure on the other side. In a world of black and white, his emerald green coat, dark green scarf and mahogany and brass cane stand out.
Compared to the sharp splash of green that Ed brings to the faded tones of the connected city, Oswald looks a little more blended in. He's still got more colour than most of the surroundings, but his current wardrobe is-- well, it's a work in progress, okay? He's not been around that long!
Ed approaching is quite the sight though and Oswald's breath catches in his throat before he swallows down thickly, relief and excitement at seeing Ed mixing with nervous anxiety of what he is sure will be a futile exercise resulting in pain.
"Thank you for coming," he offers when Ed is close enough, somehow managing to keep his voice level and free from cracks.
He gestures down through the thoroughfare before simply saying "Come with me," and striding off, his own cane clipping lightly on the floor as he walks. He doesn't want to do this in the open, doesn't want Ed or anyone else to see him standing still in the open too long and see the little faultlines in him.
Instead, in relative quiet, he immediately leads them toward a funny little stone clocktower with a warm wooden door.
Whereas Ed lives with and is contracted to a tailor. Just saying.
He holds back the urge to try and hug, or touch at all, and just follows after Oswald, cane in hand but not really being used to walk. Not now that his knee has healed up.
He takes in the clocktower, slightly bemused, but follows nonetheless.
He doesn't apologise for Riddler's behaviour before. He's not in the habit of apologising and Riddler isn't his to apologise for.
There is a lot to talk about and Oswald knows it. The clocktower was actually something he'd been wanting to talk with Ed about in isolation--making good on his promise to move and advance in this space as soon as possible.
Taking a key from his pocket, Oswald unlocks the door and heads down the stone steps with every expectation that Ed will follow him.
"You'll have to excuse the state of everything."
The space at the bottom of the stairs opens up into a wide open area. Maybe it had been a wine cellar at some point or a secret cult hang-out. There are some places with chalk scrawled on the floor and walls, some maps of Duplicity and Insincerity pinned up, a cheap notepad with some scrawling notes, and a box with The Supermarket printed on the side. Beyond that, there's only minimal additional contents--definitely a work in progress.
He turns back to Ed then, the very tip of his tongue rolling against the bottom of his upper set of teeth before he clears his throat and--
Knowing this place: Wine cellar with a secret cult hanging out in it. Frankly. And it still looks a lot like it, but that's not the point.
The point is, this is a promising start. It's quirky, it's unique and it can cater to a clientele that wants novelty and constant change. Coming here will be an event, the journey, the visit, leaving again, "You can make it a little tour, almost. Hire locals as escorts to the place and away again after for group tours. You'll want to rebuild the walls, false facades so you can record and listen in, private areas for negotiations that might be too delicate for Duplicity's vulgar preferences." He runs a finger (encase in dark, dark green leather) along a counter top, rubbing the dust absently. "Work is work. I'm employed at a privately owned lab. I do the work required, I get full access to the lab on my own time so long as any promising recreational compounds go to Sally before personal sale, which I'm not interested in. I've been reverse engineering some of the perfumes they sampled a while ago, things to induce people to talk at length and with total honesty and the like."
Partly opening his mouth to speak, Oswald catches himself and pauses to listen to Ed's initial assessment and watch him move in the area. A little crooked smile wobbles across his lips from the pleasure of seeing just how much Ed gets it already, even without Oswald having to offer the pitch--he already sees the vision here, the goals, the scope of what this dark little space can be transformed into.
"Yes... Yes, it's... definitely got potential to be something quite special, doesn't it? It will have to be in order to entice clientele from Duplicity. Or staff who will be willing to work on four hour rotation shifts alongside local employees. It--"
He lowers his gaze slightly and catches his lower lip between his teeth. He hadn't brought Ed to the club to discuss it in detail just yet. Or even hear the details about work. He's actually very interested in both points, but he sort of feels a bit like a pinball bouncing off two impact points while trying to get to one particular area.
With a sigh, he glances back at Ed once more.
"I would like us speak more about this venture, and hear more about this work you've been doing, but I admit my mind is elsewhere and I find myself somewhat distracted as a result."
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."
So, he's being given the stage. Suddenly, that feels quite intimidating, the pressure even higher and greater than before without any interruptions. At least with Vrenille it was a conversation, so while the order was a bit muddled to start with it was broken up and somehow made easier with prompts to clarify along the way. Actually, for a brief moment the fear of undertaking this turns to a flash of anger--it was Vrenille who convinced him to tell Ed now, after all.
But it's not Vrenille's fault, it's Oswald's. And he's no fool--this is a confession that he owes to Ed, not one that will end well. If this is the start of the war again, then at least he can look it in the eye directly this time.
He shifts his weight a little, deciding not to prop himself against anything or sit as he works his tongue into his cheek and looks off to the side, fidgeting as he tries to decide how to begin speaking.
After a bit anxious shuffling, he stills, gives a slow, self-affirming nod, and exhales.
"When... you and I were working together in the mayor's office, you... informed me that you would do anything for me. On that night, hearing those words, I allowed myself to accept something I had been grappling and fighting off for quite some time. That I--" he falters, eyes closing for a moment as he shakes his head, unable to meet Ed's eyes back finding this all comparatively easier to say now than before, mostly because it's been spat back and forth between Oswald and Ed in the time he's from.
"That I was in love with you. And that night, I resolved to tell you as much. It was... not as simple a task as I had hoped, my fear delaying me in telling you. Until I decided to invite you to dinner one night. This would be a few days after your cut-off point. I had asked you to pick us up a bottle of wine for the occasion. And then... you didn't show. Not until morning, at any rate."
He pauses, swallows, gives another exhale which becomes one of his nervous little chuckles.
"I mean, I was beside myself thinking something terrible had happened. It was so unlike you, especially then-- You know, I even called the police and--"
He presses his teeth together, forcing himself back on track.
"Turns out you had met someone. That very evening. A woman named Isabella who bared the most uncanny resemblance to Miss. Kringle. Truly, very uncanny. And it transpired that the two of you had whittled the night away talking. You came to me the next morning to tell me you were in love."
The tip of Oswald's tongue sits between his teeth for a brief moment, eyes still averted, trying to concentrate on speaking and note looking at Ed's reactions before he pursed his lips in a mirthless smile.
"So. I did what I would be inclined to do at the time. Looking back on it now with the gift of experience and hindsight, I may have conducted myself differently. However, I cannot take it back now. I felt she was not right for you. That she would use and hurt you and--" a small grimace flashes across his face, then he sighs and drops his shoulders.
"I was jealous. Unwilling to let someone else have you. Unable to see you happy with anyone else. So, of course, I had her killed."
He pauses to swallow thickly.
"You figured it out, of course. First that it wasn't an accident and that it was me later. Initially you thought it was Butch and... Well. I was a coward. I allowed you to pursue that line of revenge uncorrected. But when you'd gathered all the pieces together, figured out what I'd done... Well."
At this point, he lifts his eyes, though it's a strange and contradictory kind of look--sort of unfocused, like he's both looking at and beyond Ed, seeing something very specific without looking at him.
"We all know what you're capable of. What he is capable of."
A slow blink, then he looks down once more.
"I won't lay out the details of what took place, but it was a brutal, grueling process. One I cannot even fault you for. It's no less than what I would do."
Well. Not entirely true, there are some lines Oswald wouldn't have crossed that Riddler skipped merrily over.
"In any case... This culminated in you taking me out to Gotham Pier, shooting me in the stomach, and tossing me over the edge into the river. It really left quite the impressive scar, if I do say so."
The mirthless smile on his face is stretched thin, a slight tremble has settled in his lips at this point, his voice is a little more strained in places.
"Well. Somehow, I did not die from that. And the convoluted details here can probably best be recounted by simply saying that we went through another round of conflict. And another.
"Anyway. Between Hugo Strange's freaks running around, a secret society trying to unleash a deadly version of the Tetch virus on the city, Gordon making a deal with you to trade me for Tetch--you had him at the time, you see--and then murdering Fish Mooney before--"
He takes a deep breath. Mooney's death still stings even now, no matter how flippant he tries to sound.
The moment of silence is drawn out quite long this time, Oswald's lowered eyes looking sad and tired before he gives a short, resigned huff through his nose and pulls himself together.
"At any rate, what I'm trying to say is it was a rather hectic time in Gotham, but the point that pertains to us is that you and I ended up back on that pier. And then, I had Victor Fries freeze you so I could make you the center piece of my club."
Slapping his arms against his sides, Oswald looks up at last, back as straight as he can make it, ready for the damage to begin.
Ed and Riddler both listen and despite their every instinct to speak, they make each other stay quiet as needed.
It starts... where it has to. With that night, where Riddler told Oswald 'Anything for you' and meant it, the only time he valued someone as much, more, than himself. And Oswald says those words and Ed nearly speaks, leans forward, only to be pulled up short by Riddler, a hiss of a reminder in his ear, that he said he'd listen, no interruptions.
And of course Oswald had her killed. Oswald is jealous and possessive and he probably tried to bully her off first and frankly, Riddler understands why, because Ed's desperate want to be 'normal' that has only started fading here. Ed would've grasped at the idea that he could be normal, love a woman, not want his crime lord boss.
And that would only lead to disaster. Because, as he said, he lied and they worked it out and that was a sore spot. Being betrayed.
When Oswald finishes, they look up and maybe Oswald can see it, one of those recently infrequent moments where he's something like the Edward Nygma he could have been without his formative trauma. "Thank you. For telling me all that. I understand why you were so scared and angry."
He pushes himself up from the counter, smooth but not fast, nothing actually threatening in his slow approach. "Oswald, I'm not that Edward Nygma. I'm not even the man who promised you anything, because all these months here have changed me just as much as those months changed you." If Oswald lets him approach, he does so, reaching to neaten his lapels and smooth his tie.
In spite of straightening himself up as if he's facing down a firing squad, the slight tremor in Oswald's body remains. He's not afraid of Edward Nygma in any shape or form, not scared of violence or death or pain, but--
You will always let your base emotions drive you. Hate. Anger. Fear. Love.
Ed had been right about that and out of everything else it's not the possibility of physical harm or backlash that has Oswald unsettled now, it's what will be done with his emotions. And he does, truly, have a lot of emotions.
As Ed approaches, Oswald's stomach muscles tense, but he doesn't look away, doesn't blink or falter as he takes in deep, shaky breaths through his nose. And when Ed breaks the silence he almost wants to throw his hands up and yell That's all you have to say?! is that it?!
He makes no move to stop Edward in his tracks or cut him off, instead letting him close the space between them in some kind of dumbstruck pause, his eyes wide and his mouth falling open stupidly as Edward straightens him out. Just as he's always done. It brings a strange lump to Oswald's throat and a prickling to his eyes.
Nodding, his gaze dips down.
"No. No, you are quite right. You are not that man, but someone else. Just as I am not the man you knew, but someone else."
It feels like such a pithy remark, like a placeholder as they teeter on a knife edge.
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Date: 2020-06-23 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-23 08:38 pm (UTC)Call me when you get this.
About ten minutes later...
Date: 2020-06-23 08:43 pm (UTC)Just... Call me when you get this, okay?
Another ten minutes (probably less) later--
Date: 2020-06-23 08:46 pm (UTC)Call me back.
Fifteen minutes later--
Date: 2020-06-23 08:48 pm (UTC)Five minutes later--
Date: 2020-06-23 08:53 pm (UTC)Again.
Could you just... call me. There's something I need to tell you. It can't wait. Truly.
A whooooole ten minutes later
Date: 2020-06-23 08:54 pm (UTC)Call me when you get this.
Not quite five minutes, not quite ten, so probably around seven minutes later--
Date: 2020-06-23 08:56 pm (UTC)A whole four this time--
Date: 2020-06-23 09:00 pm (UTC)I am sorry that what I said upset you! There! I said it!
Now, answer your phone!
Andddd back to around the nine minute mark--
Date: 2020-06-23 09:05 pm (UTC)Call me.
Fourteen whole minutes--
Date: 2020-06-23 09:07 pm (UTC)[Oops. He cut himself off early by mistake.]
And then one minute--
Date: 2020-06-23 09:11 pm (UTC)About half an hour later--
Date: 2020-06-23 09:19 pm (UTC)Would you just--
[There's a pause, followed by the sound of a long, deep exhale and then another longer moment of silence.]
I have some things I wish to share with you, that's all. Things that I owe to you that are well overdue at this stage.
So... Whenever you are ready to talk, I will be also. And until then, please, take whatever time you need. I'll be waiting.
[He doesn't try to call again.]
Around 7pm.
Date: 2020-06-24 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-24 09:12 am (UTC)Then, it comes to him--the club space he's signed for and is just sort of assuming he'll find a way to fund it in time. Or, presumptuously, assuming that Ed will find a way to fund it. Without even talking to Ed about it yet. Typical Oswald.]
Insincerity. I'll meet you on the other side of the gateway.
[There is absolutely no way any wires will get crossed in this process at all.]
Changing to prose because I can.
Date: 2020-06-24 09:33 am (UTC)But nope, apparently, Insincerity.
Ed makes his way there, trying to ignore Riddler's sniping and grumbling that he's once again running after someone who was picking fights with him.
He's a striking figure on the other side. In a world of black and white, his emerald green coat, dark green scarf and mahogany and brass cane stand out.
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Date: 2020-06-24 09:45 am (UTC)Ed approaching is quite the sight though and Oswald's breath catches in his throat before he swallows down thickly, relief and excitement at seeing Ed mixing with nervous anxiety of what he is sure will be a futile exercise resulting in pain.
"Thank you for coming," he offers when Ed is close enough, somehow managing to keep his voice level and free from cracks.
He gestures down through the thoroughfare before simply saying "Come with me," and striding off, his own cane clipping lightly on the floor as he walks. He doesn't want to do this in the open, doesn't want Ed or anyone else to see him standing still in the open too long and see the little faultlines in him.
Instead, in relative quiet, he immediately leads them toward a funny little stone clocktower with a warm wooden door.
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Date: 2020-06-24 09:56 am (UTC)He holds back the urge to try and hug, or touch at all, and just follows after Oswald, cane in hand but not really being used to walk. Not now that his knee has healed up.
He takes in the clocktower, slightly bemused, but follows nonetheless.
He doesn't apologise for Riddler's behaviour before. He's not in the habit of apologising and Riddler isn't his to apologise for.
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Date: 2020-06-24 10:19 am (UTC)There is a lot to talk about and Oswald knows it. The clocktower was actually something he'd been wanting to talk with Ed about in isolation--making good on his promise to move and advance in this space as soon as possible.
Taking a key from his pocket, Oswald unlocks the door and heads down the stone steps with every expectation that Ed will follow him.
"You'll have to excuse the state of everything."
The space at the bottom of the stairs opens up into a wide open area. Maybe it had been a wine cellar at some point or a secret cult hang-out. There are some places with chalk scrawled on the floor and walls, some maps of Duplicity and Insincerity pinned up, a cheap notepad with some scrawling notes, and a box with The Supermarket printed on the side. Beyond that, there's only minimal additional contents--definitely a work in progress.
He turns back to Ed then, the very tip of his tongue rolling against the bottom of his upper set of teeth before he clears his throat and--
"How... was your day at work?"
Yeah, nice Oswald, very strong start.
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Date: 2020-06-24 10:29 am (UTC)The point is, this is a promising start. It's quirky, it's unique and it can cater to a clientele that wants novelty and constant change. Coming here will be an event, the journey, the visit, leaving again, "You can make it a little tour, almost. Hire locals as escorts to the place and away again after for group tours. You'll want to rebuild the walls, false facades so you can record and listen in, private areas for negotiations that might be too delicate for Duplicity's vulgar preferences." He runs a finger (encase in dark, dark green leather) along a counter top, rubbing the dust absently. "Work is work. I'm employed at a privately owned lab. I do the work required, I get full access to the lab on my own time so long as any promising recreational compounds go to Sally before personal sale, which I'm not interested in. I've been reverse engineering some of the perfumes they sampled a while ago, things to induce people to talk at length and with total honesty and the like."
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Date: 2020-06-24 11:05 am (UTC)"Yes... Yes, it's... definitely got potential to be something quite special, doesn't it? It will have to be in order to entice clientele from Duplicity. Or staff who will be willing to work on four hour rotation shifts alongside local employees. It--"
He lowers his gaze slightly and catches his lower lip between his teeth. He hadn't brought Ed to the club to discuss it in detail just yet. Or even hear the details about work. He's actually very interested in both points, but he sort of feels a bit like a pinball bouncing off two impact points while trying to get to one particular area.
With a sigh, he glances back at Ed once more.
"I would like us speak more about this venture, and hear more about this work you've been doing, but I admit my mind is elsewhere and I find myself somewhat distracted as a result."
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Date: 2020-06-24 11:19 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2020-06-24 12:19 pm (UTC)But it's not Vrenille's fault, it's Oswald's. And he's no fool--this is a confession that he owes to Ed, not one that will end well. If this is the start of the war again, then at least he can look it in the eye directly this time.
He shifts his weight a little, deciding not to prop himself against anything or sit as he works his tongue into his cheek and looks off to the side, fidgeting as he tries to decide how to begin speaking.
After a bit anxious shuffling, he stills, gives a slow, self-affirming nod, and exhales.
"When... you and I were working together in the mayor's office, you... informed me that you would do anything for me. On that night, hearing those words, I allowed myself to accept something I had been grappling and fighting off for quite some time. That I--" he falters, eyes closing for a moment as he shakes his head, unable to meet Ed's eyes back finding this all comparatively easier to say now than before, mostly because it's been spat back and forth between Oswald and Ed in the time he's from.
"That I was in love with you. And that night, I resolved to tell you as much. It was... not as simple a task as I had hoped, my fear delaying me in telling you. Until I decided to invite you to dinner one night. This would be a few days after your cut-off point. I had asked you to pick us up a bottle of wine for the occasion. And then... you didn't show. Not until morning, at any rate."
He pauses, swallows, gives another exhale which becomes one of his nervous little chuckles.
"I mean, I was beside myself thinking something terrible had happened. It was so unlike you, especially then-- You know, I even called the police and--"
He presses his teeth together, forcing himself back on track.
"Turns out you had met someone. That very evening. A woman named Isabella who bared the most uncanny resemblance to Miss. Kringle. Truly, very uncanny. And it transpired that the two of you had whittled the night away talking. You came to me the next morning to tell me you were in love."
The tip of Oswald's tongue sits between his teeth for a brief moment, eyes still averted, trying to concentrate on speaking and note looking at Ed's reactions before he pursed his lips in a mirthless smile.
"So. I did what I would be inclined to do at the time. Looking back on it now with the gift of experience and hindsight, I may have conducted myself differently. However, I cannot take it back now. I felt she was not right for you. That she would use and hurt you and--" a small grimace flashes across his face, then he sighs and drops his shoulders.
"I was jealous. Unwilling to let someone else have you. Unable to see you happy with anyone else. So, of course, I had her killed."
He pauses to swallow thickly.
"You figured it out, of course. First that it wasn't an accident and that it was me later. Initially you thought it was Butch and... Well. I was a coward. I allowed you to pursue that line of revenge uncorrected. But when you'd gathered all the pieces together, figured out what I'd done... Well."
At this point, he lifts his eyes, though it's a strange and contradictory kind of look--sort of unfocused, like he's both looking at and beyond Ed, seeing something very specific without looking at him.
"We all know what you're capable of. What he is capable of."
A slow blink, then he looks down once more.
"I won't lay out the details of what took place, but it was a brutal, grueling process. One I cannot even fault you for. It's no less than what I would do."
Well. Not entirely true, there are some lines Oswald wouldn't have crossed that Riddler skipped merrily over.
"In any case... This culminated in you taking me out to Gotham Pier, shooting me in the stomach, and tossing me over the edge into the river. It really left quite the impressive scar, if I do say so."
The mirthless smile on his face is stretched thin, a slight tremble has settled in his lips at this point, his voice is a little more strained in places.
"Well. Somehow, I did not die from that. And the convoluted details here can probably best be recounted by simply saying that we went through another round of conflict. And another.
"Anyway. Between Hugo Strange's freaks running around, a secret society trying to unleash a deadly version of the Tetch virus on the city, Gordon making a deal with you to trade me for Tetch--you had him at the time, you see--and then murdering Fish Mooney before--"
He takes a deep breath. Mooney's death still stings even now, no matter how flippant he tries to sound.
The moment of silence is drawn out quite long this time, Oswald's lowered eyes looking sad and tired before he gives a short, resigned huff through his nose and pulls himself together.
"At any rate, what I'm trying to say is it was a rather hectic time in Gotham, but the point that pertains to us is that you and I ended up back on that pier. And then, I had Victor Fries freeze you so I could make you the center piece of my club."
Slapping his arms against his sides, Oswald looks up at last, back as straight as he can make it, ready for the damage to begin.
"Well. I think that just about covers it."
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Date: 2020-06-24 12:34 pm (UTC)It starts... where it has to. With that night, where Riddler told Oswald 'Anything for you' and meant it, the only time he valued someone as much, more, than himself. And Oswald says those words and Ed nearly speaks, leans forward, only to be pulled up short by Riddler, a hiss of a reminder in his ear, that he said he'd listen, no interruptions.
And of course Oswald had her killed. Oswald is jealous and possessive and he probably tried to bully her off first and frankly, Riddler understands why, because Ed's desperate want to be 'normal' that has only started fading here. Ed would've grasped at the idea that he could be normal, love a woman, not want his crime lord boss.
And that would only lead to disaster. Because, as he said, he lied and they worked it out and that was a sore spot. Being betrayed.
When Oswald finishes, they look up and maybe Oswald can see it, one of those recently infrequent moments where he's something like the Edward Nygma he could have been without his formative trauma. "Thank you. For telling me all that. I understand why you were so scared and angry."
He pushes himself up from the counter, smooth but not fast, nothing actually threatening in his slow approach. "Oswald, I'm not that Edward Nygma. I'm not even the man who promised you anything, because all these months here have changed me just as much as those months changed you." If Oswald lets him approach, he does so, reaching to neaten his lapels and smooth his tie.
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Date: 2020-06-24 12:49 pm (UTC)You will always let your base emotions drive you. Hate. Anger. Fear. Love.
Ed had been right about that and out of everything else it's not the possibility of physical harm or backlash that has Oswald unsettled now, it's what will be done with his emotions. And he does, truly, have a lot of emotions.
As Ed approaches, Oswald's stomach muscles tense, but he doesn't look away, doesn't blink or falter as he takes in deep, shaky breaths through his nose. And when Ed breaks the silence he almost wants to throw his hands up and yell That's all you have to say?! is that it?!
He makes no move to stop Edward in his tracks or cut him off, instead letting him close the space between them in some kind of dumbstruck pause, his eyes wide and his mouth falling open stupidly as Edward straightens him out. Just as he's always done. It brings a strange lump to Oswald's throat and a prickling to his eyes.
Nodding, his gaze dips down.
"No. No, you are quite right. You are not that man, but someone else. Just as I am not the man you knew, but someone else."
It feels like such a pithy remark, like a placeholder as they teeter on a knife edge.
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