[oh, oh, darling heart, he wondered when leo would show with his eyes like his own, bright and dear. jabberwock's near and dear too, lingering with its face close to oswald's, looking about as unhinged as it usually does— and oswald's fine with that, reaching up behind him to idly run his hand along jabberwock's face, watching another fall to terror in his presence.
is this going to be a reoccuring thing? he doesn't remember his being this scared, staring back calm and clear.]
Leo— [he calls out, a greeting, as gentle as he's been and as tired as he feels.] Leo, what's wrong?
[come here, come here, he'd immediately comfort him if he didn't think he'd skitter away like a shy little black bird. oswald got too complacent there, too soft, too willing to open his arms to leo and oz and jack and everyone else that now he's left with knowledge of touch as comfort.]
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is this going to be a reoccuring thing? he doesn't remember his being this scared, staring back calm and clear.]
Leo— [he calls out, a greeting, as gentle as he's been and as tired as he feels.] Leo, what's wrong?
[come here, come here, he'd immediately comfort him if he didn't think he'd skitter away like a shy little black bird. oswald got too complacent there, too soft, too willing to open his arms to leo and oz and jack and everyone else that now he's left with knowledge of touch as comfort.]