"I have eternity," Scarecrow pulled, leaning in, brushing his mouth over Edward's thigh, eyes still watching, even as he blew hot air through the pants against the skin.
He pulled back at Edward's words, giving a boneless shrug. "Nothing makes me happpy," he said simply. "Nothing is worth it."
Well, Jonathan was, but Scarecrow wasn't about to reveal that to this strange green little worm. Jonathan was the only thing worth anything.