Ed is out of his seat too, backing towards the kitchen, everything in his body language screaming quiet, submissive, non-threatening. "Oswald. Oswald please. Sit down. Calm down. Leave calmly. Don't run out. I'll go upstairs, you don't have to see me, just please don't run off into the city with no shoes and no food."

He could provide himself with both, he knows. But he really doesn't want Oswald doing that, running out and ending up killing people and possibly getting caught in his blind panic.