"I think you're right," Edward relied with a laugh. Jonathan was smart, nothing slipped past him and Edward admired that trait a great deal. It helped they both ran in the same circles, too. Or, well, he and Scarecrow did anyway. Jonathan usually just came along for the ride. However, Edward was partial to the Doctor. It was Jonathan, and not Scarecrow, to which his heart truly lie. The man, not the beast.
As their mouths collided, Edward closed his eyes and melted easily into Jonathan's touch. He didn't know what spurred such closeness but he never wanted to lose it. Nor did he ever want it to break apart like the cup had when it hit the floor.
He promised Jonathan he wouldn't go, and Edward Nashton was a man of his word if nothing else.