"I don't care about you." Lin said to him, out of the blue.
"I didn't ask, Lin." Jonathan rolled his eyes, cleaning his pistol.
"I'm telling you," Lin turned to him, watching how Jonathan's shoulders tensed (then un-tensed. He didn't care about Lin either. Who would be in their right mind to do that?), "I didn't bring you in because I felt bad for you. I'm just using you, you know that, don't you?"
"I know," He turned around, crossing his arms and leaning back, "But who says I'm not using you? See, Miranda, the thing with you is you liked being used. At least by me, that is. You enjoy it full heartedly, and nothing about that is ever gonna change."
His voice went deeper by the second, and Lin knew it was his fault. He had rubbed off on him, and now he was just as cold, maybe he was worse than him.
Lin hummed thoughtfully, then left the room.
Jonathan Drew Groff was either the best or worst thing that has been brought into his life. The thin line between itself was proving itself annoying, and at this point? Rather unnecessary.
if you havent, read @jonberrymufflin 's storyyy :DD
