Not surprising. Of course it wasn't. "Don't worry, you don't have to talk." Gave him all the more room to hear himself speak, after all. And he was certainly fond of his own voice, he had never understood why that was supposed to be an insult. His voice was like honey and whatever he chose to say was gold nine times out of ten.
"My condolences, for the record. For your loss." That wasn't much of a thing to shoot with, given all the information he had gathered so far. He knew where Jonathan lived, based on what route he had taken to school - easy to figure out looking at his shoes - and he was starting at a new school now. He obviously lived alone and then it was just well-educated guessing. "Although it doesn't seem to be too tragic a loss. Still, social graces and all that. I'd tip my hat to you, but they don't let me wear hats to school."
"Ssstop." Jonathan struggled out as he glared at Edward, not sure what game he was playing but he wasn't enjoying it. It was like his father all over again, always in his head and holding all the cards. He didn't like someone exploiting his tells and making his existence a piece of work to be studied. "Fucking Sher--- fuck."
Jonathan moved further away from Edward and inhaled the smoke deeply. God, he had been craving this. He needed this to get him through a day of mockery, misery and whatever the hell this dickhead was bringing to his life. Why the fuck would he tip his hat? What lines should he read between? He wasn't really in the mood.
"Sherfuck? I like it, actually." Edward had to laugh to himself. He was definitely hanging on to that one. He watched Jonathan and then he did feel some sympathy, empathy, whichever one it was. He knew he was a lot. Too much, most the time. "I will stop. Apologies."
Obviously, he couldn't stop. People thought that sometimes, that it was like a flip he could switch. That it was a choice to know all he did, to notice everything. Sure, he could focus in on someone or something, but a lot was just always there. His brain working away. Still. He could stop obnoxiously bragging with it, now that he'd gotten it out of his system.
"I meant no harm with it." He lifted his hands to show his innocence.
Perhaps there was no harm, perhaps it was just a game to show off but Jonathan wasn't so sure. He didn't trust people. People were dangerous, cruel and always one step away from their worst instincts. Even so, Jonathan was in a gaming mood. He wanted to test.
"D-D-Daddy issues." Jonathan stuttered out and then looked at Edward, meeting his eyes. There was mischief in his eyes. "ADHD. Com--Comp-pulsions. Try meth."
Jonathan turned to the side and took a drag of his cigarette. "Then you'll ssstop."
"Eh, I never stop. I just get tired. You'd think that would stop me, but it mostly just seems to remove my filter. My first girlfriend broke up with me over that, believe it or not. I was just observing the fluctuating weight, not passing any judgement." He'd have probably been smart enough to keep it to himself if he'd been entirely sober. "Anyway, I'm saving my drug experiments for after school."
Well. "Mostly. Further experiments, anyway." He smiled at Jonathan, amused by being diagnosed. "Daddy issues though... Around here, you can't shake a stick without hitting one of those. That's an easy guess. Suppose all of those are. I'm not one for subtlety."
Jonathan nodded his head in agreement and sucked in as much more tar and ash as he could before he flicked his cigarette onto the floor and stomped onto it. He looked at the door and sighed. He wasn't enjoying any of this but he was just going to have to push through. He'd had worse school experiences.
Jonathan started up the stairs and opened the door, then decided to hold it open for Edward. Southern manners were hard to remove, even if he was using them for an attention seeking punk like this.
"Thank you ever so, Jonny." Edward grinned at him as he stepped inside the school again, sliding both hands into his pocket and starting to walk to his next class. There was something to Jonathan. More than he had deduced so far. It was obvious from the few words he had gotten out of him.
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"My condolences, for the record. For your loss." That wasn't much of a thing to shoot with, given all the information he had gathered so far. He knew where Jonathan lived, based on what route he had taken to school - easy to figure out looking at his shoes - and he was starting at a new school now. He obviously lived alone and then it was just well-educated guessing. "Although it doesn't seem to be too tragic a loss. Still, social graces and all that. I'd tip my hat to you, but they don't let me wear hats to school."
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Jonathan moved further away from Edward and inhaled the smoke deeply. God, he had been craving this. He needed this to get him through a day of mockery, misery and whatever the hell this dickhead was bringing to his life. Why the fuck would he tip his hat? What lines should he read between? He wasn't really in the mood.
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Obviously, he couldn't stop. People thought that sometimes, that it was like a flip he could switch. That it was a choice to know all he did, to notice everything. Sure, he could focus in on someone or something, but a lot was just always there. His brain working away. Still. He could stop obnoxiously bragging with it, now that he'd gotten it out of his system.
"I meant no harm with it." He lifted his hands to show his innocence.
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"D-D-Daddy issues." Jonathan stuttered out and then looked at Edward, meeting his eyes. There was mischief in his eyes. "ADHD. Com--Comp-pulsions. Try meth."
Jonathan turned to the side and took a drag of his cigarette. "Then you'll ssstop."
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Well. "Mostly. Further experiments, anyway." He smiled at Jonathan, amused by being diagnosed. "Daddy issues though... Around here, you can't shake a stick without hitting one of those. That's an easy guess. Suppose all of those are. I'm not one for subtlety."
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Jonathan started up the stairs and opened the door, then decided to hold it open for Edward. Southern manners were hard to remove, even if he was using them for an attention seeking punk like this.
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He'd find out, sooner or later. He always did.