For a while, Edward just stayed there, arms around Jonathan, face against his neck, taking comfort where he could find it. But then some more awareness hit him, as the effects wore off, and he pulled away from him, scrambled backwards to bring some distance between them and pressed his lips together. He reached up to rub at his eyes, because the tears didn't want to stop. The fear might be ebbing away, but the sadness remained. He tried to muster up anger instead, glaring at Jonathan and feeling petulant. "Fuck you." There. That still held true.