Jono was in a fairly good mood after last night's concert, and it was showing today, with a check-in at the Jean Grey School where he was meant to work out a lesson plan for a 'Coping With Physical Changes' class later this week while Hannibal trained under Logan, and instead he was sitting around in his office, feet up on his desk, casually strumming his guitar. It was a little bit like working out a lesson plan if you squinted, right? Especially since one of the students had wandered in and started giving requests.
Yes, that student was Evan, and yes, seeing that face still left him with a knot in his guts, so to speak, but he'd avoided the version of the kid who had attended Fandom for a while, and after some reflection, if there was any one student who probably needed some guidance from somebody who knew what it was like growing up in the shadow of Apocalypse, it was probably that one.
So, after vetoing a few contemporary country artists and having a good-natured argument about which was the better member of The Highwaymen, Jono was playing some Cash for the kid. Apparently it reminded him of home. And Jono... he could appreciate needing some kind of touchstone to home. Even if home was a lie.
He had a lot of experience with having no real idea who he was meant to be, these days, too.
//Okay, mate, you're burning through my repertoire, here. How about I play one more of Johnny's and then break so you can have lun--//
Jono's eyes widened and he bloody near dropped his guitar as the flash of hurt slashed across his psionic senses, a phantom pain raking his body and momentarily leaving his hand useless at his side. A second later and he was shoving his guitar at a concerned-looking Evan with a muttered, //Hold this,// and was taking off down the hallway at a run.
Hannibal was hurt. Jono needed to go and kick somebody's face in.
[OOC: For that guy!]
- The Jean Grey School, Jono's Reality, Sunday