"You know my full name is Jonathan Ulysses Crane. That's how you know they fucking hated me. See, the south loves denying it but it's full of 'em. Racists. Homophobes. You name a bad word for an ignorant folk and you got small town Georgia pegged." Jonathan licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling, his heart racing in a way he wasn't used to. He felt like he was back in Georgia again and all he could think of was his Granny's cold stare and the way his father would whisper in his ear after every experiment.

"Let's try it again, Jonny."

"I got a cracked skull once, just like you. At age ten. Cause the local kids thought I was a queer... left me out in the dirt roads. I walked to hospital, blood down me. They didn't wanna pursue shit cause I provoked." He was the queer one. Jonathan drummed his fingers anxiously on his leg and cleared his throat, realising his internal thoughts were now external. Why was he doing that? He didn't want to tell Edward this shit. He shook his head and held his hand up to Edward.

"Catch you later, son. Don't worry about this, it's just the way of the world. Goes in cycles. Bully comes in, bully goes out. It will have a solution."