Jonathan shook his head, set the check down, and ran his hands through his hair, fingers pressed to his scalp. A blank check. He felt sick to think of Alphonse just throwing money at him as part of an apology, but a more practical part of his brain remembered the difference in balance between his bank account and his credit cards.
Subconsciously, his hand came up to his lips to pick at a bit of loose skin, and he paced around the room. He was thinking of what this meant for his choice of whether to stay or leave San Luis.
Alphonse was an a**hole, but he had clearly had opportunities to kill Jonathan and not taken them. And while annoying, disturbing, and enraging, Jonathan had to admit that he hadn't thought Alphonse was threatening tonight… well, as threatening.
He sighed and sat at th
