You don't know anything about me, just like I don't know anything about you. What we do or don't deserve... I guess that's never been up to us.

(surely, for both of their sakes, it'd be best to stick a pin in it. jonas gives his hair a brush through, frustrated at himself and at the situation.)

... I'll see you at the chapel, alright? I'm still coming to see what I can help with.