"Yeah? Oh, my sweet darling Jonny. If any part of me was as fragile as all that, I'd already be made up of only cracks." And perhaps he was. Edward certainly had days when he felt like it. Days he felt like breaking. Days he felt like he'd broken a long time ago. "But it takes one to know one. Do you see what we have in common?"

Maybe not, given he was focused on the stark differences they had. "Everything we can control about our appearance, it's a way of controlling people's perception, isn't it? So you do what you do - or don't do, in your case. And I do what I do. Different means to different ends."

But not that different an approach. Edward closed what distance there was between them, putting a hand on Jonathan's chest and looking right at him. "I like your eyes, Jonny. A boy could drown in those."