"Fine, I'll eat. I ate earlier, just didn't stick." He kept walking with Edward and as they got closer to the people and the road, Jonathan started wincing more and closing his eyes, his hand raising to his head. "It's not real, it's not real." He whispered to himself, quiet and careful, knowing he had to keep control. He would come down from this, eventually, he just had to keep himself in reality. "It's not real."

As they hit the store, Jonathan turned away from the road and face the wall, leaning against it as best he could. "I'll wait here."