[Jonathan isn't disappointed. He's not even uncomfortable, or at least he'd insist he isn't if pressed - what's more important at the moment is that he's relieved. The pressure of hearing all his bad decisions recounted is gone. A rueful little smile does find its way onto his face, after a few moments plainly spent thinking over what, exactly, he is ready to ask for.]

Well, then. Well. I guess... hell with it. What are some of those other things you want to talk about?

[The smile twists, becoming bitter, becoming a grimace, and finally vanishing.]

I don't want to think about where I've been, I want... to think there's a future. I'm a damned coward....