Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

All told, Jonothon was actually feeling pretty good today. The past week had seen some improvement while he'd picked up the pieces, and when he came in to work today, he was actually feeling more or less like himself. Minus... some of what had been himself for a while, granted.

Even so, he was settling in at the counter with one of the guitars, and was playing his way through as much Pearl Jam as time would allow. Because it had been far too bloody long, alright?

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[what_the_shock]

So, Miguel had been keeping an eye out, and wandering by the store occasionally, and finally caught Jonothon in it.

Then he hesitated. There was no way this was not going to be weird.

Sighing, he went in.

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It didn't take Jono long to notice that he wasn't alone in the shop, at least. He was playing guitar, after all. That didn't mean his eyes weren't open for customers, especially now that he was more or less on his game.

He glanced up at Miguel, and then gave him a polite nod in greeting.

[what_the_shock]

"Hi." Miguel waved awkwardly at him. "So...how are you doing?" That was a good start, right?

[furnaceface]

Well. That got Jono to stop playing and actually set his guitar down, at least.

//Better than I've been, thanks,// he said, shrugging his shoulders. //Whole... fish mess was a bit of a dog's dinner, but that's done with now.//

[what_the_shock]

"Oh, good." Miguel fidgeted. "So...um. I kind of feel like I owe you an apology. For a few weeks ago? Despite the island's weird and whatever Iris has roped me into, I am not usually mad."

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//... Ah, hell. That weekend.//

That... really weird weekend. Which really wasn't any more weird than any other, Jono supposed, except that he had followed a doctor back to his secret lair and there had been tissue samples.

//Don't suppose you've been here long enough or done something stupid enough to get the, 'it really wasn't you, mate, don't beat yourself up about it,' talk yet, then?//

[what_the_shock]

"Surprisingly enough, no," Miguel said. "I appreciate it, though. Also I may still have...some things of yours."

You know, blood and pieces.

"I wasn't really sure what to do with them."

[furnaceface]

Jonothon blinked.

//Er.// And then he blinked again. //How do you normally dispose of medical waste?//

Because that would be his suggestion.

[what_the_shock]

"I don't usually have any," Miguel said. "I suppose I'd either take it to the clinic to dispose of, or take it back to my group's base and let Blink blink it into nothingness."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll still do whichever of those you prefer, but - I'm a geneticist. I'm not mad, but I am curious. About you, about what this island does to people. I'd like to run some tests on what I've got, if that's okay with you. I'd let you know anything I found out."

[furnaceface]

//... Tests?//

Yeah, he was going to have to be far more specific than that. Jono was crossing his arms over his chest, looking skeptical.

[what_the_shock]

"Sequencing your DNA," Miguel said. "To see what I can find out about how your mutation works. Comparing it to mine and to someone who hasn't lived on the island, to see if the island itself makes a notable difference. Checking the blood to see if it still holds any mercury - which it doesn't seem to - or is completely changed back from that weekend."

He hesitated. "Some of those would be easier with non-messed-with samples, too, if you feel like giving any more blood, but I can do plenty just with what I've got. Or I can throw it all out; I get it, believe me. I'd still be curious, but I'd live."

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//... Once you've got... my DNA sequenced,// Jono said, slowly, //what would you do with that data?//

He understood curiosity.

//Mate, I've got a bit of a history with doctors myself. You're going to have to do a good job selling this one.//

[what_the_shock]

Miguel shrugged. "Look at it? Compare it to my teammates', maybe - most of them are mutants. See if I can learn anything from it. Let you know whatever I find out, let you decide what to do with that. I'm not a medical doctor, I'm a PhD; I don't need a practical application to be curious."

He grimaced. "Look, the last time I tried for a practical application, I ended up with talons and spinnerets. Like I said, I get it. If you're not comfortable, I'll get it destroyed. Or give it back to you so you can."

[furnaceface]

Jono eyed Miguel for a moment more.

//Point made,// he said, finally. //I want to know whatever you find out. When you're finished finding out whatever it is you're looking for, then you destroy it.//

[what_the_shock]

Miguel blinked again, having already been figuring out the best way of disposing of the samples.

"Absolutely," he told Jono. "Thank you." He paused. "Is there anything you'd like me to research?"

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//No,// Jono replied. //Nothing in particular. I've been poked and prodded at plenty, my curiosity in that regard is well beyond spent. I'll be just as happy to leave you to yours.//

[what_the_shock]

"Fair enough."

Miguel stuck out his hand. "I appreciate this, you know. And I'm still sorry about that weekend."

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//Please,// Jono shook Miguel's hand. //Forget it.//

No. Really.