"It's not abuse, not to him. It's love." Jonathan thought it was funny, personally. He smiled at Edward, wondering how much his mind was pulling together and what thoughts he was forming. Jonathan leaned his head back, enjoying those fingers in his hair and wondering what his limits were here. Three drinks. They'd only had two.

Yet here was Edward, looking like that. Split lip, dark eyes, that same lovely scent he had. "I'm not afraid of much anymore. I just have a few s-s-side effects." Reaching out, he placed his hand on Edward's thigh and squeezed it in warning. "I would like my journal back now, son."