[Oswald settles in on the couch, pulling off his shoes, leaning back to put his bad ankle up on his knee, making a slight sound of discomfort, reaching forward to wrap his hands around it, letting the heat from his own hands soothe the ache]
Do you want to tell me how you're feeling? [he tilts his head a bit, watching him]
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Do you want to tell me how you're feeling? [he tilts his head a bit, watching him]