"Jerome wants me to get a diagnosis of you. I don't think I can do that as swiftly as he wants to I have something to propose to you." Jonathan admitted as he looked at Edward and wondered how willing this man would be. He looked tired. Tired and sad. He assumed that would make him easy to play with. "I like to do a test with the other crazies here. I prefer when people tell me what they think their diagnosis is. But, of course, people overthink it and get in their heads."

Jonathan didn't think simply talking was enough. "I have some... chemicals. They loosen you up a bit. Fancy a game? How well can you think when your brain is under stress?"