"Too easy." Jonathan knew Edward was a flirt, it didn't translate to actual affection and interest but he did like the tease. He had some good fodder for his next shower. His mind had a habit of just going elsewhere. "Keep moving, s-s-son."

The staircase reeked of smoke and mould, the usual Narrows smell, and he moved swiftly up the stairs to avoid running into any of his neighbours. He had a goal and he didn't need distractions or disruptions.

He pulled out his keys and unlocked his room, pushing it open for Edward to come in ahead of him. And then he realised, strangely, that he was letting Edward into his apartment and it was messy and unpleasant. It was dark, it smelled of bleach and weed and their were books on every surface. Where would Edward sit? Would he be repelled and leave? Once Edward inside, he locked the door and moved to turn on some lamps. "I j-j-just moved."