"I'll text you," Edward promised, getting up while Delite was back to muttering to himself, this time clearly apologising over and over. Maybe begging. Maybe ordering a beer? Damn, his Korean was rusty. He took the can from the counter and grabbed Jonathan by the arm, waving at Jack. "See you around!"

That was said cheerfully, right before he walked out of the shop, Jonathan in tow. "He's gonna start fucking him in a minute," Edward told Jonathan, assuming that might make him feel a bit less put out over being walked outside. Well, it stood to reason. They were never that far from fucking and he knew Jack too well to assume he'd not jump at this particular chance. "He's an actual psycho. Always was a bit off, then some blows to the head and the like took care of the rest."