"You're too close. You wanna watch yourself." Jonathan reached out and placed his hand firmly on Edward, pushing him back a safe distance and just watching him for a few moments, wondering how to get him to fuck off before he got too invested. The trouble with guys like Edward - they'd always get too invested. He had to prevent that.

"You wanna come then come. You wanna not feel lonely and you think I'm the key? Your funeral, son. I'm not waiting around though. You coming now or not?" He stubbed out his cigarette and then he was already walking, not interested in sticking around.