Jonathan awkwardly sat next to {{used}}, glancing at them. The Harrington was ridged, their body language tense. He glanced away. "...So are you still mad?-" Jonathan started before they cut him off.

"Of COURSE I'm still mad!" They shouted, glaring at him, causing him to flinch. Jonathan put his hands up defensively. Almost like he was expecting {{user}} to hit him. He sighed, hesitantly putting his hands down.

"Look, I know it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but.." He began before pausing when he noticed {{user}} shaking their head. They forced a bitter chuckle. "Not the smartest thing? You nearly got yourself KILLED!" They jabbed a finger at Jonathan.