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Eddie looked through the window of his and Harvey's shared cell and smiled, "Looks like they're fighting again," he said smugly, an almost evil tone to his voice. He loved it when Jon and Jervis fought, because he and Harvey never fought, and it was so nice to be better at something, especially something as complex as a relationship.

"Do you think they'll last much longer?" he asked as he turned to Harvey, who was lounging on the bed, reading a book, looking god damn pretty.

Harvey nodded, not taking his eyes from his book, "I think they will."

Edward cocked his head, running a hand through his soft ginger hair as he took a seat next to Harvey on the bed, "Why d'you think?"

Harvey took his eyes from his book, staring over at Edward and watching as he preened himself, "It works for them. Jon gets angry, shouts at Jervis, Jervis listens, rebuts and apologises accordingly."

Edward frowned, and he looked over at his boyfriend, "…Why don't we fight?"

His eyes darted between Harvey and the book in the man's hands, "Like that, I mean… I mean, you're an incredibly angry person, but we never fight. We've only had… 4 arguments, in the past 2 years."

Harvey smirked, "We have arguments all the time, you just don't notice."

"What?" Edward said with a chuckle, "No we don't, when the hell do we argue?"

Harvey chewed his lip slightly, trying to think of the last time they had argued, "For example… Last week, in the mess, we argued about Joker hitting on you."

Edward rolled his eyes, "He was not hitting on me, Harvey, he's my friend, he complimented me."

"He called you 'Fuckable'," Harvey almost shouted, "how is that not hitting on you?!"

Edward paused for a second, and leaned back on the bed, "So that's an argument? What you'd call an argument?"

Harvey crossed his arms, leaving his book half-closed on the bed, he nodded gently.

Edward frowned, shaking his head lightly, "That's no argument, neither of us are hurt, or crying, or… That's just talking, couples talk like that."

Harvey narrowed his eyes, a slight look of disbelief on his face, "What kinda couples do you know that talk like that?"

Edward's frown deepened, "…My parents used to talk like that, all my relationships have been like that, all the time."

"I get a bitter taste in the back of my throat when ever we talk like that," Harvey said, his tone low and gravelly.

Edward shifted towards him on the bed, "…So you think… We argue all the time?"

"No," Harvey said bluntly, "Not all the time, not often. It's jut something that happens."

Edward huffed, crossing his arms forcefully, "Shit…"

"What?"

"And here I thought we were doing well," Edward cooed unhappily, looking back over to the door, thinking of Jon and Jervis arguing, wondering if they knew that was what they were doing.

"We are doing well," Harvey said, placing a hand on Edward's knee, "We don't fight often, when we do it's over an actual issue, not just for the hell of it. We love you, you love us."

Edward smiled, learning his head into Harvey's shoulder, "D'you think Jon and Jervis love each other?"

Harvey shrugged, pulling Edward's warm body towards him, "Probably."

"Listen to them…" Edward said, hearing the shouting come to a head, "What idiots…"

…

"You never fucking listen to me Jervis! I said no!" Jon screamed, anger obvious on his face, though Jervis acted as if it was not.

"Jon, do stay calm, this is no way to act in the presence of company," Jervis said with a smile from where he sat on the small chair of pillows he'd made.

"There is no one else here, Jervis!" Jon screeched, "Just you and me and your fucking madness!" He ran his hands through his hair as he paced back and forth across the room.

Jervis looked up at him, a slight smirk of warning on his face, "Jonathan, please don't use that word."

"Shut up!" Jon shouted again, extending his hand to slap Jervis, but stopping himself at the last second.

Jon put his hand to his forehead, "You piss me off so much, Jervis."

"Well," Jervis continued to smile, "If I piss you off so much, my dear, I could simply leave."

Jon stopped in his tracks, turning his head to his boyfriend, "Don't make a threat you if you won't follow it through."

Jervis let out a small titter, "I'm not threatening anything, little mouse, I'm stating fact. If you don't want me here then here I shall not be."

Jon sighed, clenching his teeth, "…I don't want you to leave."

"You are my Alice," Jervis murmured, rocking slightly where he sat, "I want only your happiness, I want only you."

Jon sat on the corner of the bed, a foot or so from the other man, hands clasped to his face, "I know… Please, Jervis, try to understand… I can't… I can't handle you like this, you need your medication. I cannot have you trying to rape me!"

Jervis blushed, "But Jon," he giggled, "it was necessary."

"No," Jon stated, "Never, If you ask I'll agree, but you cannot just… You're an idiot. You're fucking mad."

"No," Jervis said, squirming slightly, "I'm not mad, Jon. Please, I misinterpreted your actions, that does not make me mad."

"Shut up, shut up, Jervis…"

"…Would you like me to leave, for a short while? There are many people who may benefit from my presence."

Jon shook his head, "You can't leave, Jervis, it's past 5, the doors are locked."

"Then we should talk," Jervis said happily, "Surely that will make you happy."

Jon shook his head again, swallowing his anger, "You don't seem to know what will make me happy, that's the god-damned problem."

"Then please do tell me, or I cannot know. You're harder to understand than the queen of hearts…"

"Can't you just shut up." John could feel his heart beating in his throat, he was so angry, he just wanted Jervis to shut up… why would he not be quiet…

Jervis frowned at him, and shifted on the bed, bringing himself closer to the man's taught frame, he had upset him, he wasn't sure exactly what he'd done. He had simply noticed Jon was uncomfortable, and tried to comfort him, Jon had exploded.

Under such circumstances how could Jervis do anything but try to comfort him? He didn't understand why it had upset the man so much, he'd never protested before, just as Jervis never protested Jon's advances. It was like an unwritten rule.

Jervis rested his head on Jon's unwilling shoulder, "We are dissolved? An ended dream?"

Jon tilted his head slightly, resting his chin on Jervis's long blonde hair, "No… This is… growth… This is the end of the honeymoon-period, that's all, it means… after this things become more serious."

"Do you want it to?"

Jon sighed, biting his lip in thinking, "Yes, I think so…just, no more 'surprise-sex' please."

Jervis let out a small 'd'aww' noise, "Shame, just like the last Alice."

"No," Jon said with a smirk, "I still want you… just… ask first? Approach properly."

"How?" Jervis asked softly.

That was the thing about Jervis, something Jon had always known; on this medication he needed to be told what to do, his madness prevented him from acting properly, now he needed guidance or he would get confused, revert, almost, to his worst state.

"Go slowly, and pause if I seem reluctant. That's how relationships are supposed to work. You cannot simply 'jump in.'"

"Oh," Jervis said contemplatively, "Ok. Is that why you were mad?"

Jon nodded.

"Oh," he repeated, "Ok. I'm sorry."

He nuzzled into the nape of Jon's neck, smiling gently to himself, "I love you. I didn't mean to upset you."

"I know, it's ok, I love you too," Jon replied, with a similar smile on his own lips.

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