[he flinches and flinches and clenches a hand on Oswald's shoulder; getting stitches is not a fun thing, but if it's Oswald who does it then it's fine.]
You're silly.
[he's dreamt of oswald's hair, many times, of the top of his head. Of his hands. They're as frequent as the ones that have lacie in it; but not all of them are nightmares. He can't comprehend how the other man can say something so-
Silly.]
Y'know, you deserve someone better. [he says it matter-of-factly. w e l l it's not like he's letting oswald go though.] Also, you already smell of blood.
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You're silly.
[he's dreamt of oswald's hair, many times, of the top of his head. Of his hands. They're as frequent as the ones that have lacie in it; but not all of them are nightmares. He can't comprehend how the other man can say something so-
Silly.]
Y'know, you deserve someone better. [he says it matter-of-factly. w e l l it's not like he's letting oswald go though.] Also, you already smell of blood.