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Ed holds Oswald close and feels their hearts beat as one. His chest swells with the force of the love he feels, and he breathes in deeply— the shorter man’s hair tickling his nostrils as his familiar scent floods Ed’s senses, grounding. He feels Oswald turn in his arms, twisting to face towards him instead of away; reverently placing a kiss upon his clavicle before slowly falling back into sleep, burying his face in Ed’s chest. Trust is so hard to find in Gotham, and yet both men feel truly and completely safe in eachothers arms. The outside world ceases to exist, only their respective steady breathing remaining. The night judges them not, and if it did it would find no fault to pick at and unravel. Edward lets himself quietly drift into sleep as well, closing his eyes and feeling the world fall away— everything, except for him and the man he loves, ceasing to exist. Finally they rest, knowing tomorrow is another day that they will have each other to lean on if need be. Trust is hard to find in Gotham, and no force will compel it to slip away now.