It seriously stings to hear what he has to say, and Jonathan's eyes are wide as saucers as he locks gazes with the other man, lower lip quivering intensely as he struggled not to break down. His grip on the fabric of his pants is tight enough that his knuckles turn white, desperate to have some sort of anchor to keep him from floating away from just how fucking bad this feels.

"I don't want to pretend anything, and I don't... I don't want things to be over." Jonathan struggles to find his words, to explain his feelings... he doesn't even fully know how to explain himself, considering how new a revelation this even was for him. "You're important to me, more than anyone here, and I don't want to lose you." Selfish selfish selfish. "It just... I don't think it can be exactly the same."