"You get used to it. He's being doing it to me since he first arrived. He'll fuck anything. Was he always like that? Oh... you're whistling. Can he stop whistling now, it's annoying?" Jonathan asked as he helped Edward haul Jeremiah into the truck. The man was certainly no Jerome, he was not a 'twunk' as Edward had claimed. No, he was lacking the muscle.

"You are free to talk. Not to go on a walk. Stay close to brother dear or you'll be full of fear." Jervis recited, peering back into the car with a small smile. "We can't lose our new friend."

"Yeah, he'd hate that." Jonathan found it all very humorous. He got Jeremiah onto the bench and watched the other look for seatbelts. Cute. He was not going to enjoy his night at all. "I would brace yourself. And watch your feet. My scythe is loose here."

"Scythe?!"