Just a short conversation between JD and Veronica that illustrates the truth of JD's nature.
JD sat on the edge of the stoop eyes cast towards the street as smoke swirled from the cigarette that dangled limply from between his fingers. His hand was outstretched vaguely towards Veronica, but she made no move to take it. He waited for a while, turning to look at her and offering the cigarette again wordlessly. She didn't know why, but this time she took it.
"You're gonna tell her, aren't you." JD stood and leaned against the front door, seeming at once both casual and restless. Veronica took his spot on the stoop.
"Tell who what?" She asked, voice measured and cautious.
"You know what I'm talking about, darling, there's no need to play dumb." He spoke calmly, sitting next to her on the step and wrapping an arm around her waist, his head resting against her shoulder. His next words were quiet ones. Shaking slightly. "You're gonna tell Martha Dunnstock that's she's right. That I am exactly what she thinks I am."
Veronica turned her head slightly to look at him, being met with big brown eyes, young and scared. 'Soldier eyes.' Veronica thought. The eyes of someone of service, despite their fear. Her gaze softened at this sight, honest and so, so, young, and she swore her heart crack when he whispered. "You're gonna tell her that I'm a monster."
"N-no, I'd never do that! I'm not going to tell Martha anything." She desperately rushed to clear away the tears forming in his eyes, the betrayal visible in his face, in his hands. The shaking.
After her words, the shaking calmed, and JD's eyes quieted. She turned back to the empty street view and he plucked the cigarette out of her hands. "Good." He said quietly, taking a long drag from the cigarette. "Cause even if you did tell her," His voice took on another quality entirely, cold as ice and unforgiving as he leaned closer to her ear, the smoke blurring her eyes.
"You know you're just as bad as me."