Okaaay... [Edward looks down at Oswald - not as a statement, Oswald is just really short - and tries to figure out what exactly this is leading up to. So far he's coming up empty.]
I cherish what we have too, Oswald. You know that.
Edward, you see. Before we came here, I began to experience... feelings. And I have tried to see whether or not they are real, I have tried to see if I can't move on but I can not. Not until I say this.
[He moves in closer, reaches out and touches his arm, smiling at him.] My mother always said that life only gives you one true love. And I know for a fact that I have found mine.
[Edward covers Oswald's hand with one of his own and gives it a gentle squeeze, trying to offer some comfort. It's easy to remember how to do it, especially for Oswald's sake. He actually cares about making him feel better.]
[Okay, no, don't get angry. This is a love confession, a beautiful moment. He bites back any remark he has and leans in closer, trying to give him a hint -- before he gives up and outright says it.]
[A few moments pass wherein he just stares at Oswald, trying to compute this. It's not something he's expected. It is not something that has ever before happened to him, not like this.
Finally be blinks, his mind still trying to work through it.]
[Okay, not the worst reaction. Still not the best either. He takes a moment to breathe and try to adjust his thinking because he didn't expect this.]
I-I didn't realise I would have to bullet point why. Edward, I love you because you're a brilliant man. You're intelligent, you're cunning, you cut a fine figure in a suit. [He smiles somewhat playfully before getting a little too nervous. Shit, what if later he's accused of objectifying him? DAMN. He shouldn't have said that.] And--And you are the first person in my life who has truly been such a dear friend, I can trust you and I know you have my best interests at heart.
[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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I cherish what we have too, Oswald. You know that.
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[He moves in closer, reaches out and touches his arm, smiling at him.] My mother always said that life only gives you one true love. And I know for a fact that I have found mine.
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[Edward covers Oswald's hand with one of his own and gives it a gentle squeeze, trying to offer some comfort. It's easy to remember how to do it, especially for Oswald's sake. He actually cares about making him feel better.]
Who is it? If I may ask.
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[Okay, no, don't get angry. This is a love confession, a beautiful moment. He bites back any remark he has and leans in closer, trying to give him a hint -- before he gives up and outright says it.]
You, Edward. It's you. I'm in love with you.
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Finally be blinks, his mind still trying to work through it.]
Why?
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[Okay, not the worst reaction. Still not the best either. He takes a moment to breathe and try to adjust his thinking because he didn't expect this.]
I-I didn't realise I would have to bullet point why. Edward, I love you because you're a brilliant man. You're intelligent, you're cunning, you cut a fine figure in a suit. [He smiles somewhat playfully before getting a little too nervous. Shit, what if later he's accused of objectifying him? DAMN. He shouldn't have said that.] And--And you are the first person in my life who has truly been such a dear friend, I can trust you and I know you have my best interests at heart.
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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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