Chapter 17: Unwelcome News
Jonathan dreamt of warmth. Not only just the sensation of being warm, but specifically of the transition from being cold to being warmed up. It was a very sensory driven dream, with nothing concrete for him to latch on to.
He woke in the morning, fully dressed as he was the night before, with a glass of water next to his bed.
He rolled onto his chest, and pressed his hands into his face, rubbing feeling into his pores.
Jonathan remembered what happened last night and froze. For a moment, he could almost feel Alphonse’s lips outlined in hot fire on his cheek. His lips trembled.
His eyes were closed, but his mind was moving at a hundred miles per hour in a hundred different directions. It felt quite as though his mind were actually tearing itself apart this way, each thought separate from another, contained and unable to be connected with another.
Finally, the thoughts snapped and came together into the only cohesive point he could come to.
“I want more.”