Scarecrow was gone? Why did he feel both relief and sorrow. He was glad Jonathan would be able to manage on his own, and the risk of pissing off an entity that could end his life was gone. But as far as scheming and plotting, those days seemed long gone. For now, anyway. Eddie wasn't a mastermind for nothing.
"Ah, poor Effie. She deserves better anyway, but I'll play nice. I promise." He would. He wasn't going to hurt her anymore. Being without the person you loved was hard enough without someone rubbing it in.
And then he rubbed a palm over Jonathan's back, leaving an arm curled around Jonathan's frame as the man settled in his lap, "I always miss you, pumpkin."