"Of course you do. It's a shame, because... You know, I'm afraid of being called a liar, but I rather enjoy getting away with a lie." Might as well be honest in that right now. He smiled and moved his hand to play with Jonathan's hair. He liked it the way it was right now. A bit more grown out than he'd usually let it. A mess too, naturally. It'd be better once he'd been forced to shower. But it looked good on him, just as his eyes were even more hypnotic like this. A beautiful mess, his Jonathan.

"Emotions aren't straight-forward. Especially not with me. You know that. You've diagnosed me." So here he was, eager for recognition, attention and affection. All those things that Jonathan teased him over. Yet here Jonathan was, knowing him and focusing on him to pull himself out of the whirlwind of his own psyche because of how much he cared for him. "Tell me how you feel, Jon." He leaned forward so he could speak by Jonathan's ear. "Tell me you love me and then I'll do and say all those things you need from me. Lie or not. What does it matter when I make it feel so real for you?"