"No wondering. Just knowing. Only the one who does not question is safe from making a mistake." To question was to take the tentative sandcastle and batter it with a tide. Too many emotions, too many feelings, too much panic. He hadn't felt anxiety like this in his adult like, it was practically choking him. He shuddered and trembled in ways he didn't want to and the only thing anchoring him to reality was Edward. "My bike broke on the hill. I really liked my bike."

He laughed nervously and inhaled the smell of Edward. Even in Arkham, he smelled like Edward - it was this scent that lay beneath the shower gel and aftershave. Salty, musky, human and fucking divine. "I'm terrified." Jon admitted as he forced his eyes to focus on Edward and look into his. "I really hate being lied to."