"You're such a prissy boy about this shit." Jonathan smirked as he blew the rest of his smoke off to the side and stubbed it out on the floor, flicking it away from them. He knocked back another mouthful of whiskey and then set it aside, pulling a face. "This stuff is fucking gross, tastes like piss. I always preferred bourbon. Good old southern bourbon. You could buy two bottles for a ten back home, real good stuff." Gotham didn't really have that many people brewing booze like Georgia though. It made sense.

He looked at Edward and smiled apologetically. "I just want to keep you out of it, you know? You'd do the same for me. We only got each other. I know you're getting better at the friend stuff, all those people talk to you now but we're special, right?"