Turning away from Ed as he pulls the coat on, Oswald holds a hard scowl despite the explanation-cum-apology he's given; he's far too prideful, stubborn and mistrustful to let Ed help him this time.
Strangely though, the way Ed speaks about the Down is a kind of comfort. Maybe some people would find the Down more of a threat conceptually than the Up, but it does sound like home. What is life without threat? Where is the life of a city if not in the veins deep beneath its flesh?
"Yes, well. It isn't Gotham, is it?"
Everything about this is suitably ridiculous. Ed's cut and size of clothes are bigger than Oswald's, leaving him effectively swimming in a sea of emerald fabric, but it's certainly better than the shameful paper gown they're pushed him out into the world in. Shifting a little, one hand clasped at the front of Ed's coat to hold the two front halves together, Oswald heaves out a deep, full-bodied exhale, trying to clear through the muddled thoughts in his brain as he prepares to walk.
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Strangely though, the way Ed speaks about the Down is a kind of comfort. Maybe some people would find the Down more of a threat conceptually than the Up, but it does sound like home. What is life without threat? Where is the life of a city if not in the veins deep beneath its flesh?
"Yes, well. It isn't Gotham, is it?"
Everything about this is suitably ridiculous. Ed's cut and size of clothes are bigger than Oswald's, leaving him effectively swimming in a sea of emerald fabric, but it's certainly better than the shameful paper gown they're pushed him out into the world in. Shifting a little, one hand clasped at the front of Ed's coat to hold the two front halves together, Oswald heaves out a deep, full-bodied exhale, trying to clear through the muddled thoughts in his brain as he prepares to walk.
"Five months, you said."