ℋ𝒶𝓇𝓁ℯ𝓎 ℱ． 𝒬𝓊𝒾𝓃𝓃

🎃 “Yes… I suppose that’s true. But he is one man. We are not.”

🎃 Tsk, tsk, Harleen. Play with fire enough and you’ll get burned.

🎃which one? the child? jonnyboy? or perhaps even myself?

“I don’t have any concerns from this.” Jon shrugged in return, though he could feel his teeth grinding behind layers of burlap. “He’s an adult man, let him do as he pleases.”

“S’alright. It’s fine.” There’s a lot that he needs to figure out. His head is swimming and it’s not helping that he’s off his meds.

“Harley, please… this line of questionin’… end it.” He knows she means well, but he needs time to process.

“Harley, please… I would like this line of questionin’ to end here.”

“I’d prefer it if we didn’t discuss this Harley.”

“Ah… it’s…” There’s a hesitation in his voice but the man has nothing to fear, and as such… it can’t hurt. “If you’re 100% certain on this.”