[what a terribly misfortunate life, he thinks. the children of misfortune destroy everything they touch (no, no, enough of that, hush). oswald follows the tug without looking away, gluing his eyes to jack's as he so often does. lovely, reflective sort of eyes -
and, he keeps his hands as his sides when jack's hand falls in its drag over his torso, not minding it as much as he might have once. only lacie touched him back then - alice sounds familiar.
he stares, sharp and clear.] ...and you think that will continue here.
[not a question. (foolish - when oswald was young and stabilizing, he frowned at people for less.)]
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and, he keeps his hands as his sides when jack's hand falls in its drag over his torso, not minding it as much as he might have once. only lacie touched him back then - alice sounds familiar.
he stares, sharp and clear.] ...and you think that will continue here.
[not a question. (foolish - when oswald was young and stabilizing, he frowned at people for less.)]