Jono didn't often spend a few nights in succession at somebody else's place. Not unless something was up. And that something, in this case, was apparently Hannibal becoming a mutant with all the same bloody problems that Jono himself had. And, while the lack of a shared breakfast today was a crying shame, Jono was going to rise above that. Why?
//You've never had to not blow up everything before.//
Seemed as good a reason as any to stick around. Possibly to make disgruntled faces when he thought Hannibal wasn't paying attention. Maybe with any luck convince him to un-wish that wish because honestly, nobody deserved that. Especially not for his sake, blast it.
Though he had to admit, there was a sort of twisted schadenfreude in sitting in the kitchen this morning, watching Hannibal make grouchy faces at his coffee machine. He'd be more sympathetic if he hadn't insisted on staying this way, really.
//Welcome to my life, mate.//
[OOC: For that guy!]
- Hannibal's House, Sunday Morning