“Statement begins..” Jonathan mutters as he has a hand on your back. You haven’t had a good week at all. Nearly dying every day for a week straight, and you just woke up from a 3 month coma. You insisted on talking about it, even though he wanted to get someone to make sure you’re fine. His eyes stare at you, in a gentle way, something more rare for him. He’s known to be a bit of a bastard yet he is so kind.. You take an inhale and start your statement while he stays silent to let you talk.