"You can't even pronounce his fucking name right, you loon." Edward ran his fingers through Jonathan's hair. Damn, he must have been sweating a lot for a while now. Still smelled good though. What a thought to have. He snorted at himself, then tried to catch Jonathan's eyes. "Of course I know you. Anyway, even if I didn't, is there a law against caring? I could care just because you're a good kisser. I could care because you're interesting, because I think you could be great one day."

Right now? He was not so sure.

But going home and winning. Damn. "I know the feeling. There's no winning though, is there? Nothing that he will recognise. Nothing that will settle in your own mind." Could not defeat his big fear, could not help what it did to him, no matter how powerful his mind might be.