" Come on, leave already!"
There were a lot of words swirling around Jonah's head-- from 'what the fuck is your problem' all the way to 'please don't do this'. But, of course, he was Jonah. He couldn't say anything of use, because God forbid he show any positive emotion or attachment to anyone, right? God forbid he show that this fucking girl standing in front of him, begging him to show some sort of fondness for her, actually mattered to him, even just a little bit. God forbid he let her know that leaving her was pretty far down on his list of things he wanted to do. God forbid he be a functional human, instead of some kind of goddamned ghost, hiding behind drugs and alcohol, pretending to be alive. So, instead of saving the night, Jonah turned without a word and walked the hell away from the one thing he didn't want to leave. God forbid he swallow his pride to be happy for once in his sham of a life.