The former psychiatrist’s spindly form leans forward incredulously at the scientist’s words. He swallowed hard, the sound quite audible, as he tried to still himself from the trembling that had come at hearing the voice of Victor Fries. Quite often they had worked together, consulting each other for scientific advice or assistance or knowledge of some kind. It was Victor who had , despite the minus five degree (Fahrenheit) temperature, and the rather sparse accommodations, allowed him a place to stay after all of the mess and ruin that had been bestowed upon him by Edward. Victor remained a constant, no matter what. Immovable. Terse. Reliable. Dependable. Someone that he had always been able to rely on, no matter what happened. Someone he respected for not only his intelligence, but his strength and his perseverance and his patience.
He had always believed his emotions regarding Victor were better kept private. …But for those words to come slowly, patiently, with that unforgettable tone of winter mechanized.. he burst into silent tears.
"Do you have any idea, Victor, how long..how long I have waited for you to ask me that?" he managed to stammer, trying to blink the tears out of the way as he smiled a small, private smile, just for the two of them.
Jonathan smiled a little, and chuckled with a shy expression.
"You’re a nice young man." he said, his hands in his pockets. He felt a little awkward, perhaps nervous too. He was unsure whether or not the boy was serious.
"I..Bumby, I don’t know what to say.. I didn’t even know … I didn’t even think that you noticed me.." Jonathan replied bashfully, blushing a deep pink across his cheeks and the bridge of his narrow nose. He smiled as he folded his arms around himself and nodded his consent.
"I’d be honored." he murmured quietly as an afterthought, his winter blue eyes tracing the other doctor’s physique.
Jonathan stared incredulously as he digested the Deceiver’s words. He blinked a few times as his eyes welled up with tears, and he could not figure out why the question had affected him so.
"I.. of course. If you would have me, despite my mortality and other flaws..then, I am yours." he said softly, his voice cracking between the words. He could scarcely believe the fact that someone would …want him forever. To keep. He wondered what could possibly be in store for him having consented…or what schemes and plans the god might be hatching.
"See I need more people like you in my life." He says casually with a grin, stretching slightly. It probably wasn’t something people did often - the whole getting overly comfortable during ‘therapy sessions’ but he wasn’t exactly categorised the same as others. “You’d be surprised how many people you know, underestimate me."
Though there were the occasional few who almost overestimated his abilities - but he’d manage to pull through.
"I don’t think you need to change for me, everyone does, it gets predictable." He says honestly.
"I wouldn’t actually. ..People underestimate me, too. All of the time." Crane responded, steepling his fingers. He watched Tony get comfortable and smirked. It was a good sign. It showed that there was a level of trust between them. That Tony felt safe.
"I’m set in my ways, so you don’t have to worry about it. I was humoring you, for the most part." he said softly, shifting in his chair and folding himself into a different position, attempting to become more comfortable.