[Oh, dear. Oswald knows discomfort when he sees it and the only way he knows how to assuage it is - well, he doesn't know how to assuage it, really. He just knows how to comfort. Settle down, Ciel, settle down.
Unfortunately that doesn't seem to be needed here. Not in the way he knows how, and certainly not with a stranger. He doesn't know if they were friends before Oswald originally disappeared, but Oswald won't take any chances.
The tart is finished off and Oswald ghost his fingers over the keys again. Now is as best a time as any, he guesses - he's never been good at not being.. blunt....]
Were you unable to sleep? [Without the comfort of food, he assumes, but this is mostly concern more than curiosity. Children are children, after all.]
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Unfortunately that doesn't seem to be needed here. Not in the way he knows how, and certainly not with a stranger. He doesn't know if they were friends before Oswald originally disappeared, but Oswald won't take any chances.
The tart is finished off and Oswald ghost his fingers over the keys again. Now is as best a time as any, he guesses - he's never been good at not being.. blunt....]
Were you unable to sleep? [Without the comfort of food, he assumes, but this is mostly concern more than curiosity. Children are children, after all.]