"I think maybe I can reach him. It's mom dying that did it, the fucking nail in the coffin, you know? We couldn't get through the flames to save her. He thinks we were scared but as you say, that's just self preservation. Who runs into fire?" It was damn stupid but it was a hard fight to win these days. His dad believed what he believed. Jonathan closed his eyes and rubbed at his temples, trying to work it all out. "He's always been a shitty dad and I can deal with a shitty dad, I don't care about that. As long as he isn't dosing me."
"Then I can help you with that. If you want to reach him." Not that Edward really believed it would work, but then, he had very little faith in fathers. Who knew? Maybe Jonathan was right about his dad. Maybe he wasn't entirely beyond reasoning. "I just worry for you, Jonathan. I get to, don't I? We're friends. It's normal to be concerned. So let me help you and stop trying to push me away. You are awful at that anyway."
"I will handle it, you won't help me. You'll just stay away, okay? I'll fix it and if it spins out of control, we'll come up with another plan." But getting Edward involved wouldn't help, it'd only hinder. "I'm going to head back in a few, open all the windows and toss out some notes, try to get a conversation that doesn't end in bullshit. Just stay in for a week, okay? Go to school, fine, whatever but no night investigations. Too dangerous."
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