"I never said I didn't like to play with people, just said I don't like people. Doesn't change the fact you play, just changes the game and the rules." Jonathan had a lot of hurt to give back and not enough space and time to do it. He had to be patient, wait it out and then go for it. Then he'd hurt them all. Maybe target an event. Prom would be awfully amusing.

Jonathan put a cigarette in his mouth and lit up, raising an eyebrow at Edward. God, he had to stop calling him son, he was having far too much fun with it.

"That direction? Same as me? Well, shit. Ain't you an unlucky one. I'd stay at school, if I was you." Better anywhere but the Narrows, honestly.