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Groovy Tunes, Monday

There were a lot of 'lasts' going on this week. His last shift and the library was yesterday, and today was Jono's last shift at the Groovy Tunes. The musical flavour of the day was Pearl Jam, of course, which probably shouldn't surprise anyone.

And he was spending his time... packing up the things that he'd left in the shop since he'd gotten the job.

He was not making sad faces at things and taking breaks here and there to hug his cat. Shut up.

[OCD-freeeeeeeeee. Naturally.]

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After finally leaving the clinic, Raven planned to return to her room and sleep some more, but it being Monday, she decided to stop at Groovy Tunes first. She didn't greet Jono as she usually might; instead, she just moved to his side and hugged him tightly.

//I needed that,// Jono murmured, putting one arm around her and shutting his eyes.

This sort of thing wasn't supposed to be so difficult. He was always so good at putting everything down and moving on, before. //Hey, Sunshine.//

"So did I," Raven sniffled.

This week was going to be unbearable. Friends leaving, Jono leaving, and now Triela....

She was quiet for a long moment before asking, "Do you know Triela?"

Jono shook his head a little.

//We've met once or twice, I suppose, but I was never particularly close to her,// he noted, leaning back just enough to be able to look her in the eye. //Nice enough gel. Little... awkward, I think, with people.//

"Karla and I have been attempting to heal her," Raven said softly. "She is dying, and...I do not think we can stop it."

No, she wasn't letting go of him yet.

//Oh, Raven...// Jonothon had no idea what to say in situations like these at the best of times. This, being far from the best of times, left him with only a vague notion as to what people actually said in situations like this. //I'm sorry.//

Very vague.

But he was pulling her closer. In the wake of news like that, he wasn't about to let go, either.

"We have been trying for the past several weeks to undo the damage to her body," Raven said, frustration creeping into her voice. "But what we heal returns, and I cannot take it all at once or it may cause me too much harm to dispel."

Though she was still tempted to try.

That... was painfully familiar. But in a far more serious context. Jonothon's own mutation was frightening, was serious, was hugely inconvenient, but it wasn't, so far as he knew, fatal.

This was...

//Bloody hell,// he murmured. //Is there... anything I can do?//

[Sorry! Fell asleep at the keyboard, oozed to bed shortly after!]

"This helps," Raven said, squeezing him more tightly.

She'd had her failure to heal Jono completely on her mind, too. If she'd just been a little stronger, then maybe.... But if it was ever going to kill him, she would try again, and she wasn't going to let anyone stop her.

"She is in the clinic now," she said. "She collapsed last night at a party she was having. Karla and I healed her until I lost consciousness, and Dana says she is stable now, but I am uncertain how long that will last. I think perhaps the only option we have left is for me to attempt to heal her fully, but Karla and Dana do not wish to allow me to try."

//... Oh...//

More awkwardness, creeping in around the edges. Jono knew what healing did to Raven. He'd seen the flames attempting to rise from her chest when she'd restored his face, and could understand fully why they would tell her not to push herself to heal Triela.

He also knew what helplessness felt like. The awkwardness was going to have to do battle with his sympathy and his desire to do anything in his power to be of assistance, if it wanted to render him completely at a loss. It had a long way to go, yet.

//I can't lose you again, Raven.//

And underneath the awkwardness and the sympathy, selfishness. He'd lost Raven once. He'd lost Didi forever. He couldn't do it again. Not for anyone.

There were a handful of people she'd take that risk for with absolutely no hesitation. Jono, Karla, Anakin most definitely. She didn't want to throw her life away, but she hated thinking there was nothing she could do now.

"Dana has threatened me with needles and drugs to make me sleep if I should even try," she assured him. "I will wait to see what she may do for Triela with her medicines at the clinic." She sounded dubious about that, however.

"And you will never lose me, I promise," she said. Never.

//Good.// He held on a little more tightly at that, finding himself in the middle of one of those rare moments where he didn't much care about the fire, and it didn't much care about burning out of control in turn. //People only get so many second-chances, Sunshine.//

Unless you were Jean.

Which none of them were.

"And I have no intention of wasting mine," Raven said. It was still staggering to think of how she'd been allowed to come back after everything that had happened with her father, but she was grateful for it.

She unwound one arm to brush her hand across her eyes, then snuggled back against Jono. "Mead is alcoholic," she said, trying to lighten the mood just a little bit. She really should stick to just drinking water in the future.

//... Generally, yes,// Jono agreed, taking a moment to adjust to the change in topic.

She'd been drinking it?

And he'd missed that?

//Been enjoying a bit of th'Viking hospitality, have you?//

"Sunday in the park," Raven said, looking up at him with a pout. "I understood it was made with honey, so I thought it would be fine. I did not realize until Dinah tried to tell me. I think I made her boyfriend drunk."

She'd liked it though, so maybe she could drink it again, just so long as she and anyone around her knew what to expect.

//I'm sorry I missed it,// Jono decided, looking back as something a little wry made its way across his face. //I'm kind of surprised you don't know what getting drunk feels like by now, Sunshine.//

Surprised, yes. But he wouldn't change it for the world. She was such an amusing drunk...

"I do," Raven admitted. "But by the time I realize it, I find I do not care."

Raven was a very very happy drunk, at least?

//Funny how that works, innit? At least it doesn't really hurt anything.// A pause. //And yer a cute drunk. That helps.//

Especially when she was professing her deep and profound emotions to the world at large.

Raven blushed (of course). "I think I need to better acquaint myself with what drinks contain alcohol, or euphemisms for them."

Unless she was just with Jono. Then it could be fun.

//Mm,// Jono agreed fondly. //Like peppermint.//

He was a fan of the peppermint.

//I might have to take you on a crash-course around Boston, sometime. No better way to learn than in th'company of somebody who knows when you've reached yer limit.//

"Unless I make you intoxicated as well," Raven pointed out. She did get very loose with her powers when she had alcohol in her system and tended to share the fun.

//Well, if you do that, drinking time ends when one of us falls over,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders lightly. //But even then, I have a fair bit of experience with what 'too much' feels like.//

It had been a while, granted. But it was like riding a bicycle, right?

"I would not wish to make myself sick," Raven said, making a face. "I have taken those feelings from enough people to know how unpleasant it is."

Instant hangover cure, just add Raven.

//Th'trick is setting a limit before you start, and staying with it,// Jono offered. //It's entirely too easy to keep going, if you don't have some sort of stopping point set for yerself.//

"It is an enjoyable sensation," Raven admitted. At least at the time. Come morning when she remembered things she said, it tended to be more embarrassing.

//It is,// Jono agreed, a little wistfully. //I used to do more than my share of it, back when.//

And underage, too. Jonothon had actually been more of a rebel before he took to wearing black leather.

"I know Karla shares that sensation with you," Raven said. "There is no reason I cannot do the same."

Though the drinks she might like were far more girly than the chewy beers.

Hey, so long as he didn't have to actually sit there with the girly drink in his hand he was okay with whatever flavour she wanted to share with him.

//Would you?//

Really, really, really okay.

"Of course," Raven said with a smile, reaching a hand up to run her fingers through his hair.

"You know I enjoy sharing things with you."

//Well, then. All th'more reason for us to make all th'plans we possibly can, it would seem.//

Plans! He still liked that word.

"I will visit you, and you will visit me, and we will see this Woodstock and I will share intoxication with you," Raven agreed.

"But then what will we do the following week?" she added teasingly.

//We can do it all over again, if we don't come up with some sort of new, exciting plan,//Jono decided, leaning forward to bonk his forehead gently against hers. //Go to one of the other Woodstocks. Prove without a shadow of a doubt that nothing will ever live up to th'first one.//

"All that and more," Raven said, moving her arms around his neck and keeping her forehead pressed to his. "Perhaps I should start making a list of things I wish to do with you, so that I may cross them off as we do each one."

Handcuffs were already crossed off.

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