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Groovy Tunes, Saturday

The constant buzz of Nanika being a present force on the island had finally gotten to Jono, to the point where he was mostly just going through the motions with a pocketful of tissues for the inevitable nosebleeds, and he was making a point to go to work today just to get out of the bloody house. Give him another couple of days, and he'd just wall himself off entirely, resigning himself to going through life as mind-deaf as he'd been back when his powers had first manifested and he could barely push past his own barriers enough to get words out, never mind pick up on the psionic resonance of those around him.

He loved you, Alluka, but your sister was very literally doing his head in. If there was a cure to be had for this, Jono wasn't liable to be much help bringing it about, now.

So, today he was at Groovy Tunes, soft jazz playing on the radio mostly because the Silence was off napping somewhere and the stereo was actually playing nicely today, and even the little blue people who lived under the shelving were being respectfully quiet. Possibly for fear of being evicted with a broom.

[OOC: Working on the weekend yey.]

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Hannibal gave Jono some quiet time first, then he packed up some coffee and berries and made his way to the music store. He nodded as he made his way over to stand nearby. "Is it any better here?"

//Ever find yourself walking down the street as an ambulance is coming, and you turn your head a little to the side so that it isn't blaring directly into your ear as it passes? It's a bit like that,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders listlessly as Hannibal approached. //The distance helps a little. The physical structures between here and her don't do anything at all. It's still like having somebody scream into a psionic bullhorn pressed directly up against the side of my head.//

"And you're certain I can't convince you to take a vacation?" Hannibal had mostly given up on that, but he felt he had to ask.

He poured a cup of coffee for himself, and another for Jono to hold.

//Positive,// Jono replied, reaching to take the cup, holding it close and letting the warmth sink in. //If it gets much worse, I'll wall off. I would rather not, though.//

"As would I."

Hannibal settled against Jono, letting the contact hopefully help ground him. "I've missed you lately."

//I'm trying to be... present,// Jono replied softly, leaning back against Hannibal. //Not as easy as it looks. I'm sure Emma would have boxed my ears if she knew about this.//

Because his brain was pudding, at this point.

"I think you're doing remarkably well, given what you've described," Hannibal answered. "Apart from leaving or closing down entirely, I don't think there's anything that Emma could do, either."

He waved at his bag. "I did bring berries, if the distraction will help. And myself, of course." For as much of a distraction or filter as his mind could be.

//Emma probably has some trick up her sleeve for this sort of thing,// Jono replied, shrugging. //She's a much stronger telepath than I am. Has far more experience, too. But at point... Hell, the damage is done.//

He glanced at Hannibal's bag.

//You always bring berries when you're worried,// he observed. It wasn't a complaint.

"I also bring berries when I'm trying to butter you up," Hannibal corrected. It wasn't as though that was a secret. "And I thought it might help to have pleasant sensations close by."

//I need buttering, do I?//

Jono gave Hannibal an amused look at that. Not just because of the unfortunate implication of that one.

//Pleasant sensations can't hurt, though. They might get drowned out a bit.//

"Not necessarily in this case," Hannibal allowed, also amused at the implication. "I'm only stating a fact."

He took out a berry and toasted Jono with it. "So long as perhaps they offer a bit of a life raft."

He took his time eating it, savoring every aspect of the flavor as much as he could.

//More like a pair of water wings,// Jono replied, //but I'll take that. 'S better than nothing.//

And anyway, even if he wasn't picking up on much psionically, it was fun to watch Hannibal just eating those berries.

"Any help I can offer," Hannibal said. "Unfortunately, not being telepathic, that is limited. Has there been any progress yet toward finding Kathy's body?"

//Not on my end,// Jono muttered, shrugging his shoulders. //But then, I'm not terribly useful at the moment in general. I sent Ringo off to look into options, and I'd mentioned that someone managed to bring Raven back from that reality... seemed like as good a start as any."

Hannibal sighed. "Do you thnk Nanika would be amenable to a sedative? This can't continue much longer." He gave Jono a wry smile over his coffee. "Or I could try knocking you unconscious."

//Nanika might kill you, and I might knock your teeth out by reflex,// Jono replied, almost apologetically. //Best not try it, no matter how frustrating this gets.//

Unless you were really gunning for those dentures, Hannibal.

"Perhaps agree to this, then," Hannibal suggested. "One day off of the island this week, and each week it continues. And I will set aside another day to do nothing but help to find a solution." Someone here had to know something.

So help him, Jono wanted to protest. But... that sounded more than fair.

//Not the same day?//

Somebody needed to watch Nanika, after all.

"Not the same day, no." Which was less about watching Nanika and more about taking ~~advantage~~ care of Jono.

True love.

//... Alright, then,// Jono murmured, kind of slouching just that little bit more. //One day a week, each. I can do that.//

"I don't believe you can afford not to." Hannibal wrapped an arm around Jono's shoulders. "Unless you feel like exploding again, and staying noncorporeal until Alluka returns."

That was a terrible idea, for the record.

//I don't think I actually have control over that last bit,// Jono admitted, shaking his head a little as he leaned a little more firmly into Hannibal's side. //I'm aware of my surroundings when I'm noncorporeal, but I wouldn't say I'm conscious. Not entirely. If I want to put together a body, I'm going to put together a body.//

"I could stick you in a jar," Hannibal suggested, not at all seriously. "Use you as a nightlight, like the fireflies that children catch."

//... It'd have to be a large jar,// Jono decided. //If my body can't even hold me all in, I'd basically just be a sentient molotov cocktail, otherwise.//

"Have you considered that method of fighting?" Hannibal asked innocently. "I could chuck you at the next thing to invade the island."

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