#group hugs are so hard to draw ough

[arabriddler]

“ I’m sorry,” Oswald pulled back to inspect Ed’s face, memorizing its features again. He creased it with his hand, shakily taking in all the dips and bumps. His cheeks and ears were red and warm. The back of his neck was sweaty. “ I’m sorry.” 

Ed, no Riddler,   laughed then, “ Oswald Cobblepot, death would hold such a grudge against you.” 

Oswald laughed, wet with tears and snot before hugging him again and pulling Martin to join. He needed to have them alive and well around him. 

Edward Nygma was alive.

( Philophobia, chapter 35 )