"Now and then, huh?" He quirks a brow, unable to keep himself from grinning.

Well, it makes sense that he went through his trash. Was he going through everyone's trash? After sort of stalking them at their apartments... oh Jon. Jon, you poor paranoid fool. He adores you.

Time for some minor teasing.

"Glad I only threw away the general poetry I wasn't happy with."

And not the love poetry that he shoved into his desk in embarrassment.