Jonathan watched her approch his desk, arching an eyebrow. He honestly hadn't expected to see the woman again, having guessed he had done enough to her. A pity fools never seemed to learn.,
He stood, buttoning his lab coat. "What can I do for you, Honour?" he asked, pushing his glasses up his nose. Where Jonathan was normally thin, he was practically skeletal now, indicating many days where food was a long forgotten thought, his face was hollow...bruised with lack of sleep, and a three day growth of beard dotted his cheeks and chin, the scruffy red hairs indicating the brown of his hair might not be natural. Small puncture wounds outlined his lips, left over from Scarecrow sewing his lips shut, let off by the paleness of his flesh.
All in all...he looked like shit, and had since Edward had been...removed from his life.