[yeah alright he'll let himself be lead to the couch, dropping down on it--and he can't help the breath he lets out as the pressure's off his ankle. Alright, so maybe it was a good idea, but he's still a little huffy about it because he just...he likes holding Edward. Being held by Edward. And it doesn't happen that often not even considering that, despite the Tunnel, their primary form of communication is via phone.]
It's nothing, really. I think I just landed on it a bit when Robin knocked me over. [but he'll... just reach out and take his hand gently, looking up at him] ....you're sweet. [he doesn't say it to be dismissive, but rather because it's true, and he does adore him for it, which is all too evident in his tone]
Apologies. [he'll lower Edward's hand, but still keep a gentle hold on it. And still just looks...very amused. And happy.] Would you like to order dinner now?
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....I don't want to let go of you.
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[He knows you, Oswald.]
...I'm not going anywhere.
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...it's still an effort and a long moment to force himself to release Edward, and take a step back.]
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[You gotta sit, Ozzy, and Edward's gonna get you to the couch.]
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...thank you.
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[He worries.]
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[He blinks a little, though. Flushing slightly and... adjusting his glasses with his free hand.]
I... Not at all...
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Well. You're sweet to me. [and he'll lift Edward's hand to his mouth to brush a kiss over his knuckles]
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Stooooop, stop, stop. [He just slumps down next to Oswald on the couch.] Oh my god.
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I'm sorry, Edward, but you really are charming when you're flustered. Especially when it's my doing. [:>]
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Sure. Let's take care of that.
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[:>]
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