Jon, to himself: I don’t know what Elias is to me anymore. Is he my friend? My enemy? My abuser or my lover? Am I just another piece on the board for him, to be discarded when I outlive my use?
The Eye, The Beholding, The Ceaseless Watcher, It Knows You, whispering into Jon’s very existence: He’s your sugar daddy.
Jon:
Jon: okay what the fuck