Oscar replied, explanations about Deerington's new residents spilling from his tongue more easily than any discussion about the situation between them. If he didn't think about it too hard, he was okay, mostly. Busying himself with cooking, small jobs, and handywork at least helped him become tired enough to sleep once his head hit the pillow at night.
With Oz's long silence after the meeting with Jinn, they may as well have been separated in Oscar's opinion. Or, perhaps more accurately, blended. Ironwood's clear favoritism toward Oscar and habit of drawing the boy into heavy discussions that he surely wanted to share with Oz only made Oscar more confused on the matter... And he was still haunted by his slip up when he was lecturing Clover about being a proper support for Qrow.
... At least, a better one than he was for James.
There were scattered times when Oscar didn't know who he was anymore-- and he was afraid of broaching this topic with anyone.
In some ways, especially Oz.
"It's kinda hard not to learn a little about them when you're living in this town," He added, with a sheepish shrug. Spying the way Oz leaned on the sturdy stick as they spoke, he felt a twinge of guilt.
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Oscar replied, explanations about Deerington's new residents spilling from his tongue more easily than any discussion about the situation between them. If he didn't think about it too hard, he was okay, mostly. Busying himself with cooking, small jobs, and handywork at least helped him become tired enough to sleep once his head hit the pillow at night.
With Oz's long silence after the meeting with Jinn, they may as well have been separated in Oscar's opinion. Or, perhaps more accurately, blended. Ironwood's clear favoritism toward Oscar and habit of drawing the boy into heavy discussions that he surely wanted to share with Oz only made Oscar more confused on the matter... And he was still haunted by his slip up when he was lecturing Clover about being a proper support for Qrow.
... At least, a better one than he was for James.
There were scattered times when Oscar didn't know who he was anymore-- and he was afraid of broaching this topic with anyone.
In some ways, especially Oz.
"It's kinda hard not to learn a little about them when you're living in this town," He added, with a sheepish shrug. Spying the way Oz leaned on the sturdy stick as they spoke, he felt a twinge of guilt.
This problem was a lot bigger than he was.