[ a part of him wants to cry: to cry in fear and to cry in relief. but he does neither, instead, opting to keep smiling, especially when gilbert's fingers brush against the skin of his face.
if he were a different boy, he'd break down in the other's arms and cry until he couldn't cry anymore (about now—this place—and about all the events that had started to spiral downward back home).
but that isn't him. ]
I'll forgive you this time as long as you make it up to me.
[ still teasing, still gentle. he'll always forgive gilbert no matter what. making it up to him is the last thing gilbert needs to do when oz is just so thankful to see him, so thankful to not be here alone. ]
I'm glad you're okay, too. [ his smile fades a bit, remembering what some individuals said about future and alternate versions. what if this gilbert isn't... his gilbert...? that thought sends a small panic through him so he asks quickly. ] You remember, right? With Leo meeting us and everything?