[ Jonathan Crane understood a great many things about the human mind and behaviors of people. Even with this wealth of knowledge, he ended up falling for someone who he could not predict. Someone who turned his boring, dreary life into something brighter, often more exciting even when just being in the house.
After Scarecrow deleted her data, Jonathan, of course, sided with his other-self. He didn't get video games or the like, and still, he didn't see the issue. At least until after the second night without Harley passed. The third day while in the lab, waiting on chemicals to proof as bundled up as he could be in the cold weather without the chance of static electricity. It was in this downtime when he would usually call his lover...maybe ex-girlfriend now? Relationships were weird. This time he looked up how to recover and island. Of course, it required the system to be stolen or broken and a call to Nintendo. Meaning Edward likely could save it. It must be on a cloud, but that was not what caught his attention.
It was time. The time spent to create such an island. Now, that, he could respect. That much time and effort to get as high as she could for Scarecrow to delete it... over ice cream. He weighed his choices a long while before deciding to again text in true dumb male fashion. He could guess she was in a bar or at her apartment or with someone else. That last one made his jealous bone bristle, but he could let it go if it wasn't Joker. If it was, well, he deserved that. ]
I would like for us to speak, Scarecrow is not prepared to apologize. I, however, am. I have also researched how to recover your island if no one has been able to yet. I am sorry he did this to you, Dr. Quinzel.
[ Of course, he started typing, deleted, and retyped about seven times before sending the message and demanding a cigarette from Stanley. He hated doubting himself, but he'd hate himself more if he didn't try to fix the issue.]
A few days after the delete.
After Scarecrow deleted her data, Jonathan, of course, sided with his other-self. He didn't get video games or the like, and still, he didn't see the issue. At least until after the second night without Harley passed. The third day while in the lab, waiting on chemicals to proof as bundled up as he could be in the cold weather without the chance of static electricity. It was in this downtime when he would usually call his lover...maybe ex-girlfriend now? Relationships were weird. This time he looked up how to recover and island. Of course, it required the system to be stolen or broken and a call to Nintendo. Meaning Edward likely could save it. It must be on a cloud, but that was not what caught his attention.
It was time. The time spent to create such an island. Now, that, he could respect. That much time and effort to get as high as she could for Scarecrow to delete it... over ice cream. He weighed his choices a long while before deciding to again text in true dumb male fashion. He could guess she was in a bar or at her apartment or with someone else. That last one made his jealous bone bristle, but he could let it go if it wasn't Joker. If it was, well, he deserved that. ]
I would like for us to speak, Scarecrow is not prepared to apologize. I, however, am. I have also researched how to recover your island if no one has been able to yet. I am sorry he did this to you, Dr. Quinzel.
[ Of course, he started typing, deleted, and retyped about seven times before sending the message and demanding a cigarette from Stanley. He hated doubting himself, but he'd hate himself more if he didn't try to fix the issue.]