"I'm on SSRIs." As Edward was sure Jonathan knew, for obvious reasons. "Have been for a long time, on and off. But I don't remember having a seizure, any of the times I was an unfortunate victim to the devilish machinations of the illustrious Master of Fear." Edward said it good-naturedly and laid it on a little thick. Well. There was a pencil. A pencil and paper. Any possibility of Jonathan sharing the bounty made cooperation worthwhile. Even if he had to listen to yet another lecture about fear toxin and everything related to it. Jonathan's very limited interests made him a chore at times, but at least it also led to a certain element of predictability.

"Is it something new in your current formula or did you maybe manage to dose me just around the times when I wasn't taking my meds properly? I'd have to have a think on that."