There is a grand purpose. There was! [Jon snaps.] I'm the reason-
[No. No. That is not an admission to make to Dorian Gray, of all people. Jon clams up, shoulders going stiff. He feels trapped in this room. Unable to will himself to leave. Knowing he should. There's the sensation of hot tears prickling at the edges of his vision as he holds his breath. Do not have a breakdown in this room. Of all the bloody times.]
Tell me your story. Tell me, Dorian Gray.
[His hands fall away. Jon doesn't want Dorian to hone in on that, needle the truth out, so it's going to be this. Compelling him so he can't distract.]
no subject
[No. No. That is not an admission to make to Dorian Gray, of all people. Jon clams up, shoulders going stiff. He feels trapped in this room. Unable to will himself to leave. Knowing he should. There's the sensation of hot tears prickling at the edges of his vision as he holds his breath. Do not have a breakdown in this room. Of all the bloody times.]
Tell me your story. Tell me, Dorian Gray.
[His hands fall away. Jon doesn't want Dorian to hone in on that, needle the truth out, so it's going to be this. Compelling him so he can't distract.]