"Blood rush." Jonathan dismissed as the walls cracked around him and the floor started melting. It was like a gross puddle of grey and he could drown any moment. The more lucid part of him wanted to drown right there and then. This was humiliating, he had enough awareness to know he was making a fool of himself. "You're laughing at me."

Jonathan looked at Edward and there was pain there. Pain, lust, wanting. So many feelings. "Aren't you?" The uncertainty made his voice crack in a way he wouldn't under any other circumstances. He was never one to be weak around Edward - it seemed like a very dangerous thing to do. "Please don't."