"I always have a room ready for your...guests," he stated with a warm smile before nodding. "The screaming tends to give it away. Enjoy your gift and Happy Christmas, Jack."
There was a barely noticeable shift, a change of expression, eyes clearing slightly as Scarecrow retreated, leaving Jonathan in control. The doctor cleared his throat, not looking up at the man before him. "Be safe," he said simply.
Edward was his partner, yes, but Jack was a friend, and Jonathan detested losing them without his consent.