With his head still bowed a little, Ed's comment earns him a weak chuckle from Oswald and an affirmative nod.

"That... is very true. You have not."

And it's a plan at least. A simple one which doesn't give any of them answers or solutions just yet, but it is a plan for the immediate moment. Sometimes, that's enough of a start.

Pulling the chair back with a kind of sheepish care that had been missing when he'd stumbled to his feet, Oswald eases his way back into his seat. He doesn't just resume eating though, a little too unsettled and ashamed by his own outburst as he instead takes some time to rather pointlessly re-straighten the knife and fork.

"... Your tea will go cold."