"He's not better, he's just on another side of a spectrum. We keep ours guarded, we're shit at expressing it but him? He explodes it all over everyone. It's not great either. The perfect balance is hard to find, not sure it exists. You either think too much and feel too little, like us sods, or you feel too much and forget to think." He loved Edward, he truly did, but he was also an annoying prat that made everything about himself and eternally chased certain emotions because he was addicted to the feeling. Jon didn't think that made him better.

"I'm not sure we're doing it right but Edward certain ain't." Jon stubbed out his cigarette and tossed the butt out of the window. Then he gestured at his brother, diligently plugging away. "I think my wee Holden is doing it all pretty solid. Course, he's a wee one so it's easier but he tells me all about how to feel. I think he's my cricket."

His little conscience, chirping away.