Oswald asked you for dinner today no different then the other six times But somethings different tonight. You can’t quite place it. He’s at least eight feet away from you, fidgeting with his Cain He’s stuck in his own head, He refuses to meet your gaze, and in his other hand, he lazily stirs a glass of brandy in his palm. Every now and then, you catch him looking into the swirls of the glass. “A man comes to a point in his life where he has to make a choice” he spoke his voice sure but not overconfident he seemed hesitant after all who would love someone like him he was grotesque