"I'm not laughing." Not right this moment, anyway. Although it was also not so funny now, when looking into Jonathan's eyes and his own heart was hurting somehow. Emotions always got the better of him sooner or later, something that often greatly annoyed him about himself. It was better than indifference though, feeling too much. Better than feeling nothing.

"I can't feel sorry for hurting you. I love that I can. See? No lying." It was proof of how much he meant to someone so little else meant anything to. Of course he loved it. "And you do matter to me, Jon. I care." He shrugged. "Making use of feelings does not mean those feelings aren't real. You understand that. Oxytocin, my beloved. Are you enjoying it?"

Instead of saying anything else, he leaned forward and kissed him.