Good lord, it had been a bloody long evening. Long, and tiring, and Jono was pretty certain he remembered what it felt like to have his heart seize up in his chest. Logan had grabbed Hannibal for the better part of the evening now, presumably to talk about what it meant to be a baseline human who was involved with somebody who wore an X.
... Not that Jono was going to let Logan talk him back into a bloody X. To hell with that. No. No. Not happening, sod that.
It left him antsy either way, though. Left Jono pacing around his room for a good hour or three, trying to burn off whatever... whatever the hell he was feeling right then. That caged animal instinct to strike out at something, maybe. Or was it to run? Hannibal could've gotten hurt because he was so close to him. Maybe it was the urge to run.
Which was stupid. God, he'd just spent an evening last weekend talking to Raven about how bloody stupid his urge to run really was. So he was staying put. Pacing in his room. One of those things, anyway. He wasn't running. He was just... worrying. He was at least as good at worrying as he was at running.
So, there was that.
[OOC: For that guy!]
- Jono's Room at the Jean Grey School, Night