"Ah, yes. It was just bliss for everyone when you were in charge," Edward mocked, ever so gently, putting an arm around Jonathan's shoulders briefly. He just liked to test it for himself, just to see how annoyed Jonathan was by his touch specifically. He had a theory that he could get him to accept it, if he just kept slowly introducing more and more of it. "I promise, doc, one of these days I'll come by and I won't fuck around, then you can nudge me any which way."

Maybe there would still be some fucking around, Edward wouldn't want to have to guarantee it. "Bolton, he really likes solitary. That's what got to Delite. No contact and no witnesses. As for the meds, I'm fairly sure that is simply the usual incompetence. He doesn't control the doctors." So far, at least. "He just hates us crazy crooks."