The Park, Monday Morning

[furnaceface]

For the past week and a half, Jono's days had consisted mostly of people, of new roommates and worried friends and people needing his help with one thing or another at either of his jobs, with not a moment in edgewise for himself.

Today, Jono was taking that moment. He'd made a quick stop at J,GoB to pick up a couple of bagels, and then he'd made his way back to the park, taking a seat on a bench by the duck pond. There was almost a sort of ceremony to it, watching the birds muddle their way over from the water's edge and letting them settle in before tossing a piece of bagel at them, sending them all diving for it at once.

He still hated the birds, and the birds still hated him. But this was... therapeutic.

[T'is indeed a public duck pond, and the post is indeed open, should anyone want to wander by.]

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[furnaceface]

//You'd be surprised,// Jono noted, looking out toward the ducks, a torn off piece of the bread stuck on pause between his fingers while the birds gave him the evil eye for withholding it from them.

...

//You know... I'm not entirely certain why I decided I ought to be here, today.//

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"The ducks called you," she replied, very very dry.

And flung some bread out for them.

[furnaceface]

//Mmm. Must've been th'ducks before, as well.//

Jono eyed the last little bit of bagel in his hand, and then shrugged and threw the last chunk out to the birds. Gone and away, little bagel. Gone and away.

//Maybe I've just decided that it'll make some bit of difference. If I'm here, keeping my eyes open.//

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

Rosalind followed suit and spent a moment brushing a few errant crumbs off her suit.

"Do you think it is?"

[furnaceface]

Jono shrugged a little, dusting his hands off on his knees.

//So far? I've seen a good amount more duck arse than I've ever wanted to.//

But. Always a but.

//But I'm not feeling terribly better about any of it, no.//

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"I didn't ask if you felt better," she pointed out. "I asked if it made a difference."

[furnaceface]

That got another brief glance. And then a shrug.

//She's still gone. Nothing I do will make any difference, there. All I can really do is... Try to square it out in my own head, I think.//

She walked away. He closed his eyes.

He closed his eyes.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"How easy that is to say," she replied, casting her glance to the sky. "And how difficult it turns to be in action."

[furnaceface]

//I don't know if I can,// Jonothon confessed, his voice taking on that vague echo that it got every time he wasn't putting his all into things like psionic enunciation. //Maybe I'm just not ready to. But what I've been doing... that hasn't been working, either.//

Throwing himself at every task at hand with the single-mindedness of a pre-programmed machine? Why in the world would that coping strategy not work out for him?

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind was quiet for a long few moments before she, feeling superbly awkward reached out to rest her hand very gently on his.

And said nothing.

What was there to say?