When Ed releases him, Oswald has a moment to notice that, yes, that is a very ugly pink house. It's blindingly pink, really, sort of like a weird fever dream. Isn't all of it though, really?
It is a sort of relief to get inside and find it's not nearly so gaudy, though Oswald finds himself not wanting to touch anything or get too close to anything, too on edge and too used to paranoia flowing through his veins with his blood. As he shuffles through, taking in his surroundings and still gripping the front of Edward's coat, he suddenly feels further away from everything he knows than before, even when they were outside seeing the wide expanse of the Down from the elevator.
His eyes eventually find their way to the umbrellas and cane, his eyes lingering on the looping question mark for several long seconds, unsure what to think of the symbolic nature of it as Ed's voice grabs his focus again.
"What?" It's a lot, that's all. A lot to take in, to find the right places to focus on, to tether himself to the moment. It's a lot.
What does he want? Not in the longterm, but in the immediate moment. To smell less like that sterile facility and whatever they processed him with.
"Some time to clean up, yes. I smell like--" Well, for the moment the thing he can smell most clearly is Ed's coat and he tries not to think about it too much. "Yes. I think I'd like to wash, if it's all the same to you."
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It is a sort of relief to get inside and find it's not nearly so gaudy, though Oswald finds himself not wanting to touch anything or get too close to anything, too on edge and too used to paranoia flowing through his veins with his blood. As he shuffles through, taking in his surroundings and still gripping the front of Edward's coat, he suddenly feels further away from everything he knows than before, even when they were outside seeing the wide expanse of the Down from the elevator.
His eyes eventually find their way to the umbrellas and cane, his eyes lingering on the looping question mark for several long seconds, unsure what to think of the symbolic nature of it as Ed's voice grabs his focus again.
"What?" It's a lot, that's all. A lot to take in, to find the right places to focus on, to tether himself to the moment. It's a lot.
What does he want? Not in the longterm, but in the immediate moment. To smell less like that sterile facility and whatever they processed him with.
"Some time to clean up, yes. I smell like--" Well, for the moment the thing he can smell most clearly is Ed's coat and he tries not to think about it too much. "Yes. I think I'd like to wash, if it's all the same to you."