"I think we should have him. He seems fun." Jervis was wailing pathetically behind Jerome's hand, tears coming down his face. He did wonder what he was seeing, he would make sure to ask but for now, he just enjoyed the sight. He sat himself on the floor, opposite Jerome, and smiled at him.
"I like his screams. And how he talks. It's fun. I wonder if it's a compulsion or a habit, that he talks as he does." He assumed Jerome didn't know or care about the difference but it was fun to ponder. "Can you get me his file?"
"Sure, can do. I'll have it delivered to you posthaste." Jerome smothered Jervis's screams for a while longer before he relented, as Jervis seemed to have quieted down to whimpers and sobs anyway. Admittedly, he did like how it sounded too. "He's got shiny hair, I like that. I think a bit of therapising from you, a bit of loving from me and he'll be right as rain in to time, won't he?"
He grinned at Jervis, wondering whether he could even see him. "Hey. Spooky always asks that... What do you see, huh? What are you scared of, little boy?"
"I think he has a good program ahead of him." Jonathan agreed as he pulled his legs up to his chest and held them as he watched Jervis and Jerome, perfectly content to watch the two of them. He didn't get much entertainment here.
Jervis whimpered and choked on his tears, shuddering in terror. "I didn't do it. I didn't. I didn't. I wasn't me. She's my Alice, I didn't-- he made me. Please." Jervis sobbed as he rolled away from Jerome. "It wasn't me! I love you!"
Jonathan cocked his head to the side. "Alice... his girlfriend?"
"I don't know. Probably? Could be his wife. Or his mother. People always underestimate those mommy issues." Jerome started to braid a few strands of Jervis's hair, as it really was quite shiny and long enough for this. He used to do it with Jonathan sometimes, before they'd shaved it. "Who's Alice?" Might as well ask. It was always good to know a lot about the people he wanted to play with. Especially the ones he wanted to turn into players.
"Oh." Jonathan pulled a face. "Ew." Maybe it was nice and platonic but ... still, the way he said he loved him, he was not expecting anything but wife or girlfriend. "More original than mother." Jonathan shuffled closer. "What bad thing didn't you do, Jervis?"
"Kill her!" Jervis wailed suddenly, a horrible agony in his chest, terror blocking all of his senses. "I know what I'm doing! I am in control!"
"Ahh, so stressful. Let loose a little, my boy. Lose that control. Lose everything. All sense, all reason. Come join us in the madhouse and we'll start the tea party you've been waiting for." He was fairly sure he got the book reference right this time. Either way, he imagined some properly brewed tea would do wonders for that poor man's tortured mind. Really set it free. "I'm in control here. You're controlled. It's better that way. Isn't it, Mr Crane?"
"Sure." Jonathan didn't entirely disagree. He liked to have his own mind and thoughts but he had none of those before Jerome so he didn't linger on it. Jerome gave a purpose, Jonathan worked to that purpose and he spent less time in his head and more time in the pursuit of something worth his time. "Relax, Mad Hatter. It's a tea party. With the March Hare and the Dormouse."
Jervis groaned and sobbed, shaking his head and then looking at Jerome. "The frumious Bandersnatch! Beware, beware! No, you're no dormouse! You're a cat!"
"The Cheshire cat then." Jonathan was fine with that. "We'll have tea and conspire."
"Cheshire cat. I like it." He was fine with that. He kissed Jervis's cheek and then slid him off his lap and onto the bed, so that he could be comfy. Or miserable, shaking and afraid, whatever worked for him. "Now, children, daddy's gotta take care of some business. I'll be sure to get that file to you, Jonny, my boy. And you use that muzzle if need be."
He gestured to said muzzle and got up. "I want his mind a bit more open to the company line when I next see him, yeah? Don't let me down."
"You got it, boss man." Jonathan playfully saluted Jerome before he shuffled closer to Jervis, eyes wide and full of interest. Oh, this would be a fun 6 to 8 hours of chaos. He did so enjoy working with Jerome. He brought a spark.
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"I like his screams. And how he talks. It's fun. I wonder if it's a compulsion or a habit, that he talks as he does." He assumed Jerome didn't know or care about the difference but it was fun to ponder. "Can you get me his file?"
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He grinned at Jervis, wondering whether he could even see him. "Hey. Spooky always asks that... What do you see, huh? What are you scared of, little boy?"
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Jervis whimpered and choked on his tears, shuddering in terror. "I didn't do it. I didn't. I didn't. I wasn't me. She's my Alice, I didn't-- he made me. Please." Jervis sobbed as he rolled away from Jerome. "It wasn't me! I love you!"
Jonathan cocked his head to the side. "Alice... his girlfriend?"
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"Oh." Jonathan pulled a face. "Ew." Maybe it was nice and platonic but ... still, the way he said he loved him, he was not expecting anything but wife or girlfriend. "More original than mother." Jonathan shuffled closer. "What bad thing didn't you do, Jervis?"
"Kill her!" Jervis wailed suddenly, a horrible agony in his chest, terror blocking all of his senses. "I know what I'm doing! I am in control!"
"Lose of control. Huh. Definitely a compulsion."
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Jervis groaned and sobbed, shaking his head and then looking at Jerome. "The frumious Bandersnatch! Beware, beware! No, you're no dormouse! You're a cat!"
"The Cheshire cat then." Jonathan was fine with that. "We'll have tea and conspire."
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He gestured to said muzzle and got up. "I want his mind a bit more open to the company line when I next see him, yeah? Don't let me down."
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