xp_logs | Nathan & Jono | Tuesday Evening (Backdated!)

Jono meets Nathan and tells him of his plans to move back into the mansion.

Jono slung his guitar over his shoulder and walked down the stairs. He'd just finished teaching his last class and was going to meet up with Paige for dinner. Knowing her she'd probably take an hour to get ready. Women. He rolled his eyes, scratched a finger against the bridge of his nose and tugged at the wrappings concealing the hole in his face.

Nathan was on his way to the infirmary to fetch Moira for much the same reason, although they were taking Rachel and heading out for dinner instead of back down to the boathouse. He sensed the familiar psi-pattern well before Jono came into sight, and smiled briefly at the younger man. "Eardrums still intact?" he said.

"Barely." The corner of Jono's eyes crinkled slightly, indicating his amusement. It was a vast change from before when his brows were furrowed in a deep frown as he concentrated on teaching a group of hyperactive nine year olds in his music class. "Don't suppose you'd be interested in takin' over?"

"There are classes that could lure me back to doing more teaching," Nathan said. "Music isn't one of them. Heading out for the day?" he asked idly. It was as close as he'd come to outright asking how Jono was doing. He'd been concerned when Jono had felt the need to move out of the mansion, and had tried to keep tabs on his one-time meditation student as much as he could without being obvious about it.

"Goin' for a quick dinner with Paige." Jono glanced up the stairs, then added, "Or supper if the gel takes any longer." He was planning on talking to Paige about giving Xavier's another try since he'd been spending a good portion of his time at the mansion lately. "Yerself?"

"Fetching my redheads," Nathan said amiably. "They both need to eat, and Moira tends to work through meals if she's not watched carefully. And Rachel's not eating anything but cheese and mandarin oranges thse days, so." He shrugged, smiling.

Jono hadn't had a meal in years. Initially, when he'd first stopped needing to eat or drink, he'd suffered food cravings on a daily basis. These days however, he couldn't be arsed about it.

"Me and Paige are goin' to go to a drive-through. Can't exactly go to a fancy restaurant and not order a meal for meself." He indicated the wrappings on his face.

"Mmm," Nathan said, a touch of sympathy in the response. "Well, if nothing else, it encourages you to be creative on dates?" he suggested.

"Yea. We'll probably go rock climbin' next week." It was difficult to judge whether or not he was serious or joking. He put his guitar down, leaning it against the wall. "I've been thinkin' about movin' back 'ere."

Nathan was smiling at the rock climbing comment, but he tilted his head, a trace of surprise in his expression as Jono went on. "Really. Things are... uh, doing better, then?" Wow, that was inarticulate.

Things weren't any better than they were before, but lately he'd been thinking about the danger he posed to those living in Salem Center. "Me control's still a bit wonky." Nathan had been at the receiving end of one of his powers related accidents before, so if anyone should know just how unstable his powers were... "Think it might be better for everyone if I moved back in."

Nathan couldn't help a frown. "That's too bad," he said after a moment, his voice low. "I mean, you moved out to get more space so that your control wouldn't be wonky..."

"Bleedin' irony." Jono ran a hand through the mess that was his hair. "Suppose..." He hesitated shortly but then continued, "Gettin' sick and tired of bein' mistaken for a robber at the supermarket, or a burglar in me own bloody flat, eight out ten times isn't helpin' matters in the least." It wasn't easy living outside of the mansion. He'd almost forgotten just how afraid people were of mutants, and there he was; a goddamn monster living in their midst.

Nathan's grimace deepened. "Well, shit," he said dourly. "I forget sometimes what sort of difficulties come along with not being able to pass."

Jono shrugged, picked his guitar off the floor and slung it over his shoulder. "I should probably give meditatin' another try." It could help lower his stress levels and allow him to cope with the instability of his powers, and not to mention, his horrible mood swings. "What was it? The lotus position?" He hadn't done it in quite a while now.

"Well, it had an Askani name, but, same basic idea, yes." Nathan hesitated, then shrugged. "If you move back in - even if you don't - I'm up for a refresher course. If you want."

"That's 'andsome, mate." He could use some proper training. "I'll give it a thought. See how things go. Wouldn't want a repeat of that awful incident..." Jono's psi-voice faded and then drifted off as he focused his gaze on a point on the far wall behind Nathan. He still carried the guilt of that one accident.

"I know you don't," Nathan said, not quite lightly, and more reassuringly than anything else. "So when you have some time, give me a call - I can shake myself loose from the office on a semi-regular basis, if you want."

"Alright. Will do. Send me regards to Moira then, eh?" It was getting late. High time they both headed off in search of their respective partners. Jono appreciated the offer. More than anything he wanted to learn to stabilize his powers. There were days when he felt as if his body was on the verge of disintegrating into a pile of ash. The psionic energy within him was too much for his frame to contain. The fragile shell that was his body tended to crack on the surface. It always took him a while to repair the damaged areas, and if he had to reconstitute himself all over again, he didn't think he'd be able to do it.