[ For much of the night, Ozpin is having a genuinely lovely time. His happiness is a pleasant buzz in the back of Oscar's mind.
Then: oh. Things veer sharply uncomfortable. And they do not recover.
There is a long, distracting stretch of frustration, confusion, and impatience from Oz's end of the mental connection. It drags on for some time. As he shuts the door behind Ford at the end of the failed evening, clear thoughts bleed through:
[Oscar had been on the verge of an exhausted sleep when the buzz shifted from the equivalent of crickets chirping to the droning of unhappy cicadas. A thought that wasn't his flitted through-- and like that understanding dawned on him.]
Bad night at the movies?
[He asked gently, in a tone that was perhaps wiser than he had any right to be.]
(A different man might be more bothered to have a fourteen-year-old listening in on his romantic evening, particularly with the way things might have gone. Ozpin has been living as he does for too long to care. The wizard-and-host relationship with privacy is founded heavily upon polite denial and the mental equivalent of sticking one's fingers in one's ears.) ]
[ Ozpin feels he has full right to beat himself up over it when, as best he can tell, he ruined a perfectly nice evening by pushing things too quickly. Still. It's a kind sentiment. ]
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Then: oh. Things veer sharply uncomfortable. And they do not recover.
There is a long, distracting stretch of frustration, confusion, and impatience from Oz's end of the mental connection. It drags on for some time. As he shuts the door behind Ford at the end of the failed evening, clear thoughts bleed through:
Well. Not exactly what I'd hoped for. ]
Headspace chat incoming
Bad night at the movies?
[He asked gently, in a tone that was perhaps wiser than he had any right to be.]
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(A different man might be more bothered to have a fourteen-year-old listening in on his romantic evening, particularly with the way things might have gone. Ozpin has been living as he does for too long to care. The wizard-and-host relationship with privacy is founded heavily upon polite denial and the mental equivalent of sticking one's fingers in one's ears.) ]
No. We had a very nice dinner, as it happens.
[ Simmering unhappiness says otherwise. ]
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Do you want company?
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It is very late. There's certainly no need for you to come over.
[ His tone gentles as he says it, the unhappiness falling to a lower background hum. ]
And I have certainly had worse dates. You'll recall I have done this before... even if, yes, it has been a while.
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[Oscar wasn't-- but for all of his uncanny wisdom he was still just a kid.]
Don't beat yourself up over it, okay? I don't think anything is gonna be too messed up yet. You've got time.
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We do have that. Thank you, Oscar.