Edward was self conscious. That was interesting. He was unhappy with how he looked and there was an element of shame there. Embarrassment. It was strange to see, not the Edward he was used to, but he found himself appreciating it as much as his intelligence. He wore vulnerability well. Jonathan handed the cash over to the guy behind the desk and took his change, coming to stand by Edward as he watched his order get deep fried. Nice.

"I don't mind." He liked company sometimes, in his own way and within his own terms. He looked away from his order and to Edward's face, not sure if it was something worth commenting on. Probably not. He made eye contact with him and half smiled. "He th-thrusts his f-f-fist against the p-p-post..."