edward nigma's melodrama power hour

[crownotcrane]

Not many people come to see him willingly, so naturally, when someone actually wants to be in his hideout, he'll entertain them mostly out of pure curiosity (one of the only things that hasn't deadened over time is he just very depressed and burned out and mentally ill and never really addressed that, maybe so).

But when Edward describes the reason for his visit (or, more accurately, Jonathan drags it out of him by bits and pieces), he can't help but stare incredulously.

"You're doing this because a woman rejected you."

It's not particularly unfamiliar to him, though he'd rather die than admit it, but that was when he was a teenager, and neither of them are teenagers.

He sounds, as it happens, unimpressed. But he's not kicking Edward out, so it's probably a start.

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[erotematic]

[Edward's draped himself over a chair. Because god forbid he actually sits normally. He doesn't even do that on a good day, but especially not NOW. He's wallowing. He's wallowing and everyone should damn well be able to tell at a glance.] Oh, of course you would downplay it! You probably haven't felt anything in years. [Edward makes an offended noise as he glares at Jonathan.] I'm doing this because my heart has been pierced. Pierced, Jonathan! Get it right.

[crownotcrane]

[ He's wallowing melodramatically and Jonathan doesn't even know why he let him in. (Free entertainment, mostly.) ]

I feel plenty of things. For example, right now, I feel remarkably tolerant towards the dramatics you're subjecting my furniture and I to.

[ He adjusts his glasses and completely ignores that glare. ]

You came to me to get sympathy, Edward.

What did you expect.

[erotematic]

Tolerance isn't an emotion, Jonathan.

[He slumps down a little more.]

I don't know.

For you to tell me I'm right and I should be feeling horribly about everything?