(that's who the wound is from? that's how long it's been around? still bleeding, wet with puss and infection?

jonas grits his teeth behind firmly closed lips, refusing to react to it beyond frowning. he didn't anticipate this, and now he knows it'll be his job to convince stiles to heal that bite mark later. no matter how defensive, possessive, or angry he gets over it.)

Bullcrap it's your dad's fault; accidents go down all the time. Especially with them being cops. That kinda' in the job description, and that's what they sign up for. (it's easy to imagine it as his dad, even if the man's a middle manager at a camena bank, transferred from westedge. there was always the chance someone'd hold the place up for a quick buck, but nothing ever happened and no one ever tried. it's hard to imagine his father in any actual danger, purposely putting himself in harm's way every day.

even if he's never got on well with the authorities, this is stiles' family.

he wanted to hurt noah, he wanted to hurt stiles, and jonas can easily build his bridge to his first logical conclusion: donovan's badly hurt, or dead. there's no other way it could play out, because that's precisely what the three men sitting in this room would do.

there's a firm nod, acting as a visual nudge.)