Jonathan broke the kiss with a nip to Edward's lips, sighing. "Sorry, I...thought I had moved beyond that," he whispered. Unnoticed, his voice was thick with his southern accent, the rich Gregorian tones changing his words, giving them a depth they didn't really have when he was normally speaking.
No matter how hard he tried, how far he ran, he was still nothing more than they boy he had been, the lost and neglected child, unwanted and unloved. The point was never more clear then a second later when a crow landed on the ground in front of the men, lured in by the bread crumbs and leftovers. He gave a haltering hop on the blanket, and Jonathan screamed.