Why does his inner voice also sound like Ed now? Ugh!
Bringing his hand down slowly from his head, Oswald draws his fingers into a fist and rests his forehead against the knuckle of his thumb, right upon the bridge of his nose between his closed eyes, trying to clear away the blinding panic that makes him stupid and steady his breathing.
And then, ever so slightly, his shoulders begin to shake, maybe like he's silently crying. After a moment or two though, his laughter can be heard, very quiet, kind of breathy, utterly disbelieving, maybe close enough to a sob after all as he nods rapidly.
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Why does his inner voice also sound like Ed now? Ugh!
Bringing his hand down slowly from his head, Oswald draws his fingers into a fist and rests his forehead against the knuckle of his thumb, right upon the bridge of his nose between his closed eyes, trying to clear away the blinding panic that makes him stupid and steady his breathing.
And then, ever so slightly, his shoulders begin to shake, maybe like he's silently crying. After a moment or two though, his laughter can be heard, very quiet, kind of breathy, utterly disbelieving, maybe close enough to a sob after all as he nods rapidly.