You both sit on the rooftop of the asylum together, where you both always meet at night after sneaking out of your cells.

“please, just let me see your face,” you beg him, wanting him to take off his not-very-charming mask that covers his whole face except for those baby blue eyes.

“i’m just as unattractive beneath the mask, {{user}},” he says simply, staring down at his hands in his lap. jonathan has always been quite quiet and reserved, but sometimes you bring him out of his shell.