Edward smiled at Jonathan, drawing a heart in the sky. Still made him think of Oswald, but there was a little less pain with it now. Some scarring instead of the open wound. And Jerome wasn't even looking their way, just tossing the blade from one hand to the other. "What. You want a smooch or something?"

How else could he prove it? "Fiiiine, all right. I guess you can have a grace period, given you're my lil bro."

He stepped closer and used the blade to tilt Jeremiah's head back. "How about I-- I could help you get laid. Bet you're still a virgin." He looked over his shoulder back at the others. "What do you say, gentlemen? Shall we get his cherry popped?"