[He looks down himself, as if trying to see that alleged fine figure he's cutting, letting go of Oswald's hand to adjusting his suit jacket, suddenly a little self-conscious about his looks, which isn't something he's very accustomed to.]
Your best interests. Yes.
[That much he can be certain about. Edward reaches out and puts his hands on Oswald's shoulders, leaning down so he can catch his eyes.]
[Oh no. He made Edward uncomfortable. This wasn't going well, was it? His heart was racing in his chest and he was feeling that familiar 'oh fuck' feeling as he stood there, wishing he knew what Edward was thinking.
[Oh dear. Edward has to focus to keep his breathing to a normal rhythm and the look in Oswald's eyes is not helping matters. He does not have a response, he realises. At least not one that Oswald will want to hear.
He has to think.]
I'll be right back. Or 'brb', abbreviated.
[With that he turns and opens the door.]
Bye-bye.
[He quickly steps out and closes the door behind himself.
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Your best interests. Yes.
[That much he can be certain about. Edward reaches out and puts his hands on Oswald's shoulders, leaning down so he can catch his eyes.]
Oswald?
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Damn that unreadable expression.]
Yes?
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He has to think.]
I'll be right back. Or 'brb', abbreviated.
[With that he turns and opens the door.]
Bye-bye.
[He quickly steps out and closes the door behind himself.
He has to text Harley.]
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