"Nothing. He's just--" Edward tried to think about it in terms that he could put into words, as if there was a lot of sound reasoning to it. There really wasn't. "See, when I was in school, I didn't much care for anyone there. I'm sure you can relate. My classmates were idiots, my bullies were idiotic brutes and my teachers were ignorant cowards. But if I had had the kind of school experience that only ever exists in theory, Harvey Dent would have been the football star with the heart of gold that gives me his jacket to wear so I stay cosy."

It worked well enough to bring his point across. Although he did have to add, with a smirk. "And Two-Face is the guy that'd make my bullies scream for mercy. You know. There is that spice."

He reached up, playing with Jonathan's hair and leaning their foreheads together again. Ugh. He hated the smoke, but there was more underneath. A hint of toxin. A lot of Jonathan's scent, but on a good day. He must have showered recently, he could tell by his hair. It was a nice scent. Comforting, if comfort came from being on edge and slightly aroused, which it did at times. "It's more than that though. You keep showing those books to me, I read, I remember. I know about Dissociative Identity Disorder. If I had him, I'd have him, wouldn't I? I could be everything. I could do anything and he'd still... You know me well enough to understand what a rush that thought alone is."