( Jonathan knows he's been backed into a corner of his own doing. Steve isn't to blame, for any of this. At least not for everything directly leading to this moment. He can hardly blame Steve for turning to violence for what he did.
He needs to come clean, even if he's certain that it's not going to have a happy ending. How can it, when Steve has made it abundantly clear what he thinks about people like him? But if he keeps this inside, it's just going to keep gnawing away at him.
He knows that, but it doesn't make it any easier.
He stares straight ahead for a moment, before letting his head fall against the steering wheel. )
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He needs to come clean, even if he's certain that it's not going to have a happy ending. How can it, when Steve has made it abundantly clear what he thinks about people like him? But if he keeps this inside, it's just going to keep gnawing away at him.
He knows that, but it doesn't make it any easier.
He stares straight ahead for a moment, before letting his head fall against the steering wheel. )
You, Steve. I was trying to take pictures of you.