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Summary: Jono and James discuss the recent past, the present, and the future.
Date: April 18, 2010.
Log Title And Better News
Rating: PG
Xavier Mansion - Jono's Room
A bed, night stand, dresser, and desk all war for space here with a very large music collection. Shelves and boxes leave a clear space in the middle of the room to allow access to closet and bathroom. Even so, the closet has more in way of music cds than clothing. Not that this isn't a neat room. The bed is made, albeit not as neatly as it could be, and there's no sign of clutter. It's just full. The stereo system is a decent one, but not an expensive kind. The speakers for it aren't even connected yet, and a pair of good headphones rest in easy reach. There is a computer on the desk, and neat piles of school work. Someone here helps out with the professors. The bathroom is missing certain amenities, but that's not too much of a surprise, is it?
A bed, night stand, dresser, and desk all war for space here with a very large music collection. Shelves and boxes leave a clear space in the middle of the room to allow access to closet and bathroom. Even so, the closet has more in way of music cds than clothing. Not that this isn't a neat room. The bed is made, albeit not as neatly as it could be, and there's no sign of clutter. It's just full. The stereo system is a decent one, but not an expensive kind. The speakers for it aren't even connected yet, and a pair of good headphones rest in easy reach. There is a computer on the desk, and neat piles of school work. Someone here helps out with the professors. The bathroom is missing certain amenities, but that's not too much of a surprise, is it?
Once outside of the library, the Brit lost sight of James, but that doesn't mean he lost track of the teen. Jonothon is frowning as he arrives at his room and opens the door. Just why did James come here?! «James?» His music collection had better be okay, or he'll have a new rug for his floor. Hand to door handle, Jono stands there in the portal, looking around. To say he's confused would be an understatement.
James is sitting on Jono's bed, damned folder still in his hand. Slumped over slightly, the teen responds to the question with, "So…I got the results from Addison. And I so wanted to track you down and gloat about how I was right all along. That there was no outside boogieman making me do thing. But it all seemed wrong. And that the right thing, regardless of who was at fault, was just to find you, apologize for everything, and hope that maybe everything could be okay from now on." There's a sigh as he looks up, topic changing, "It's just not fair, you know!? I’m going to be like this forever."
Jonothon closes the door behind him, as James begins to speak. He motions a sigh, for all he can't breathe, and stops before the Hyena. «I'm just glad I was wrong.» If there's no one in that fur covered head, then that's wonderful. The Brit seeks to lay a hand on James' shoulder. «Mate, you can't say that.» That he's going to look like that forever. «Because you don't know what tomorrow will bring. Ask Hank sometime. He's changed appearances several times. Hell, I bloody well have.» A motion to his face. «I know it's not fair. It never is, and it bloody sucks. There anything I can do?»
"Yeah…" James says not moving away from the touch, his eyes looking up at the Brit's face, "Tell me we can work past the last few months?" It's almost a pleading look that follows, "I need you Jono. I need your help. Please tell me we can fix things. I can't do this without my friends. Not anymore. Because, after tonight. That's all I have." He puts a hand on the mans arm, unwilling to let him pull away like he has in the past.
Asked if things will work out, all Jonothon can do is lean down and wrap his arms around James' neck. Allow and he cradles that furry head to his chest. No heart beat there, no sounds of breathing, but there's comfort to be had there just the same. «If you want that, we can.» The catch being that up until today James hasn't been willing for that. Words say one thing, and actions say another. The Brit feels worried though, but it's mingled among a powerful want to protect. It lingers on the skin, as his emotions leak when they are strong.
If for no other reason, James loves Jono for his silence. Almost no smell, no sounds…nothing. Just peace and quiet. So, the lack of physical feedback comes as a source of comfort, even thought it's like being hugged by a wall. "I do…" James says without hesitation, the voice as truthful as ever, "I 'want' to be angry about everything that happened. I catch myself, even after Addison, picking everything apart—trying to find reasons to be mad. But…it's not Helpful anymore." Nothing shocking there, everyone holds a self-conscious grudge over things not worked through. An arm slides behind Jono's back, "No more crap about Tara. No Team H…nothing. I promise."
«You don't have to like her, mate, but I'd appreciate that.» Hell, Jonothon doesn't much like Tara, but that doesn't stop him from working with her. «Thank you.» Not sure what to say, but maybe that will help. «Will you tell me what Addison said? What brought about this one eighty I'm seeing today?» Pulling back a little, but only to see James' face better, he shakes his head a little, «It's something I'm glad for, but I'm bloody confused.»
James lets his hand slide off of Jono, claws raking slightly against the coat. There's a sigh and he rubs his face with his hands before picking up that folder and offering it, "It's all in here. He called me 'fractured.' Said it was like a box of legos that was supposed to form a house that hadn't been assembled. Yet, I was still sleeping inside it." He eyes the music collection next, "So…he reassembled it all. Removed your memories. Helped me get over a few things…made a few suggestions of things he wants me to do…" James rubs his head, never realizing he's doing it. A phantom itch. "He said it was all the demon crap and the Sinister." It's a familial story, "I hurt a lot of people when I was possessed. No reason for me to continue to do it because I hate myself for it."
Jonothon rests hands on shoulders until the head rubbing, but that only means one hand drops. A grip to the other shoulder and then it too drops as he sinks down to the bed. «Glad he removed those memories.» Said as he stretches out his legs. Not leaving, just changing spots. «And I really hope you are feeling better for it.» A pause and Jono looks sidelong at the Hyena. «Feel like he went through with a scrub brush and bleach?» Asked with humor. «That's how I felt.» And Jono went through it twice.
James follows Jono with his eyes as the X'er sits, "More like steel wool. And, yeah…I do. Nothing personal. I can't remember a thing you downloaded. And 'that' was part of the problem." He shifts his weight a little, "I put up a big mental block around it and it was kinda backing everything else up." James gets that self introspective look as he tries to think of something, "It's really weird having something gone you 'knew' was there 3 days ago." He nods to the folder, looking a bit lost for the moment, "I don't want to go through this again. Not because of today."
No need to apologize, and Jonothon shakes his head about the memories. «James, *I* don't want the memories. How could I blame you for that?» And yet he keeps them. «I just hope you're feeling better.» There was a lot of guilt tied up in the fact he'd hurt his friend so. Then the man pauses as he thinks of something. «You have anything you want to ask, mate? Anything that needs clarification?» Almost afraid to say much here. The last few talks have gone so poorly he's uncomfortable.
James shrugs, "I dunno…I thought I did. But now…I think I just want to go to bed and sleep." The look on the hyena's face saddens a little, "Maybe later?" His shoulders lift, "Just think it all suddenly caught up." And, to that effect, he is looking awfully tired; the hyena's color somewhat washed away from his face. Jaw shuts with a snap, "Just…give me a week to prove myself. Okay?"
There'd be a snort if the man could make one. «Always running away when I offer that.» Yet Jonothon is amused. «Go sleep. Unless you want to here. Doesn't matter to me, for I've always got something to do.» Whether or not, the Brit won't stop James from leaving. «I'm around if you need me.»
James stands but looks over, "I gonna go on a walk first. Just get some air. Then…maybe. If you don't care. I 'really' don't want to face Lucas with this information tonight. I'm too warn out." And he is, the act of standing done by sheer will alone. His room might as well be the tip of Mount Everest. A walk? 3 times that. "Don't worry. I'm not leaving the grounds. No funny stuff. I just want to see the stars." The door opens and the hyena looks back on last time, "Jono…thanks. And it was nice talking to you again."
Rising as James does, Jonothon nods. «Of course.» If James wants to hide, then this is the place for it. The Brit doesn't mind at all. «Go on your walk, and I'll see you later. No rush.» Really.
