"J-Jon?" Eddie gasped, still trembling from where Bolton had cornered him. The former guard was on the ground, his head half connected to his body as Jonathan stood over him with a blood soaked scythe. Dropping the weapon, Jonathan was at Eddie's side in an instant, holding the smaller man close and pressing his lips against his.
"You came " Eddie whispered, pulling away slightly. Jonathan nodded, kissing him again.
"Of course I came," he soothed. "I love you."