Everything kind of feels like it's moving at a quarter speed, lending itself to Oswald's intermittent belief that none of this is actually real and he's just moving through a very vivid dream or some kind of simulation.

He watches Ed ascend the stairs as he rests his palm against the wall, his eyes on his back and imagines all at once reaching for him and stabbing him between the shoulder blades, still unsure which he wants to see more. It all feels surreal and hazy, but as Ed threatens to vanish out of sight from the top of the stairs, Oswald starts up after him; he may not be sure if Ed is friend or foe or both, but the last thing he wants right now is to accidentally be forced to interact with anybody else, especially not someone he doesn't know. And especially especially not some he doesn't know who is incredibly sweet but stupid.