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Well, the new equipment had finally all arrived at the Boards, and it was safe to say that Jono was even a touch excited about it. Hardly 'a kid on Christmas morning' levels of excitement. He seldom had that much in him to spare, really. But he was at least nearly smiling a bit as he worked on getting the soundboard hooked up in the booth, and then proceeded to make his way up onto the catwalks to make certain that the lights and microphones were all connected properly, as well.

It was another Pearl Jam day, but if anyone asked, Jonothon was going to tell them that he was simply using their music in order to iron out the kinks in the system.

Wouldn't you?

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Well, you know. No.

"Like you?" she asked, uncrossing her arms and tentatively reaching out toward him. "'Cause I could help you. If that's what you're asking."

Jono and his chair were now scootching backwards from those reaching hands of hers. You know. A bit.

"What makes you think I need your help?"

THAT HAD NOT BEEN HIS POINT, MILEY. GOD.

...wait, what?

"Well, you were pushing the 'helping people' thing kinda hard," she pointed out. "I figured it was a you thing. Is that... wrong?"

"Yes! Good lord, yes. Have you never in your life heard of volunteer work, Miley? Or helping people for the sake of helping them? That's what I was talking about, I wasn't trying to drop subtle hints that you should be depositing money in some bank account for me, or something!"

Now he was contemplating reaching out to shake her by the shoulders.

Honestly, now.

"You -- you're confusing!" Miley accused. "But fine! I'll do something... volunteery!"

A beat.

"Like what?"

Please hold, Miley. Jono needed to take this moment to thump his head backwards against the wall and sigh.

"Is there anything in the world that you're passionate about? Children? They sure as hell seem passionate about you, don't they?"

"Sure. Fine! Children! So what do I, like... do with them? 'Cause you said I can't do anything as Hannah, or else it'd be a publicity thing."

SO CONFUSING, JONO. SO MANY MIXED SIGNALS.

And thump went his head against the wall behind him, again.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Sigh.

"Get creative, Miley. Pick a children's hospital. I can get you a list, if you like. Write letters to some child there with a terminal illness. Volunteer to come in and read to them. Gather up some friends to do the same. Donate to some community program that benefits kids. A music school or something, perhaps. You can't honestly tell me you've never in your life seen people who couldn't benefit from some kindness for once in their lives!"

"All right, all right, I get your point."

Out came her phone so that she could Google some possible children's hospitals. As she waited for the page to load, she asked, "You do this stuff a lot?"

The corner of Jono's mouth twitched a little.

"Used to work at a school, once," he shared, shrugging a bit. "Spent time with th'children that could stand to be near me. Threw myself into harm's way on a regular basis in order to help people being persecuted for th'very deplorable crime of simply existing."

So, yes, Miley.

...of course he had.

"Yeah, you know, I was looking for something a little more sincere," Miley teased, mouth quirking upward in a little smile.

Had they reached that point in their relationship yet? Nope. Probably not. Did she care? No.

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"I could probably get more sincere, but you'd have trouble sleeping at night if I got into particulars," Jono noted, his own mouth pulling into something that was trying, desperately, to be a smile. And falling terribly short of one. "But I'll tell you what. You come up with something nice to do for somebody out there, for the benefit of someone that you've never even met before, run it by me, and I'll see what I can do to help, luv."

"Deal," Miley said firmly, sticking out her hand for a handshake.

Immediately, her brain started whirring with thoughts of puppies and little kids. This was going to be a breeze.

Jono eyed that hand for a moment, and then shrugged and reached to shake it, his gaze travelling over those oddly discoloured fingers of his as he did so.

"Deal."

That, at least, he could count as some sort of victory.

... Probably.

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