"Yeah? You like all of that, but you don't want to play?" Edward wasn't buying it. Not one bit. Although he could believe that Jonathan was convinced of his own words. However, he was beginning to think that Jonathan wasn't overly aware of himself, which he found very entertaining. They were close to the shop, so Edward turned around to move in front of Jonathan and stop him, putting his hands against his chest and making a point of looking up at him. "Think that's not the only thing you like."

His mind was connecting. The way Jonathan talked about chemistry. Manufacturing drugs, Suggesting anxiety medication. The high of fear and the excitement of watching those people. Creepy, wasn't it? Edward bit down on his lower lip, then he swallowed. He closed his eyes for a moment and his breath hitched. Pulling up his fear response was not difficult, it turned out, up to and including widened eyes when he opened them again, another hitch in breath ending in a convincingly involuntary gasp and then a quiet whimper that he cut off by pressing his face against Jonathan's chest, shaking a little as he hid against him.