Jonathan was looking around the room at the imaginary monsters and bats, his brain elsewhere than focusing on Edward. Then he felt the man take hold of him and it took all of his will to focus on Edward. To look at Edward and see him as there and a person, not just merging in with all of the distorted noise around him. Edward was rotten. It wasn't right, Edward shouldn't be. He was always pristine.

"You always want attention."

Jonathan smiled, like he was there and could be there, even if he was clearly only on the fringe of lucidness. Enough to tease, at least. He tried to look at Edward but he turned away from him again when it got too much. "Norepinephrine?"