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Library [10/23]

Hallowe'en decorations! In the library!

It was more likely than you'd think!

Jonothon was already in good spirits once again today, considering he had a date for the dance after his shift. Coming in to see the library done up in preparation for a day of the year when the freaks took the forefront was even better, still. If anyone needed him today, he was going to be wandering about, making certain that the decorations were all properly askew, and then hanging up some more fake spiderwebs. Because a spooky library wasn't complete without an absolute overdose of cobweb, after all.

He was making a list in his head, yes, of what he ought to bring in next Friday to complete the look.

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Ooooh.

//Yer thinkin' too much about the maybes, and not lettin' what is be what is, then?//

"Something like that," Ben replied. Because 'and old, slutty, evil Tahiri kind of felt me up' was sooooo not something he was sharing in a library.

Good call, Ben! That was probably not adequate library conversation.

//Yer know it isn't unheard of for things to go differently,// Jono pointed out. //Like the different versions of yer dranddad, and th'like. Maybe it's just that Tahiri.//

"This Tahiri won't turn into that Tahiri," Ben said vehemently, "but sometimes instincts make things unnecessarily awkward."

//That, I can understand.// Jono winced a little, sympathetically. //It's difficult to get close, is it?//

Ben nodded, his entire face going bright red.

//Trust me, mate, if yer going to blush like that, yer've already made it a hell of a lot farther than I've been able to go in months.//

Not helpful, Jono.

"Shush," Ben said, looking mortified.

Jono seemed to soften a little, at that.

//I just mean, last time a girl tried t'kiss me, I panicked, mate.//

A little more helpful, maybe?

"Logistics problem?" Ben guessed sympathetically.

//There's that...// Jonothon shrugged. There was a sigh lingering in that, somewhere, if one cared to look for it. Being physically incapable of it wasn't going to stop Jono, damn it. //It's not pretty, when I panic. I think they're still cleanin' up what's left of th'dorms, at my last school.//

So he could kind of understand the whole 'freaking out at inopportune moments' thing.

Ben winced. "Burned 'em down?"

//Bit of that, bit of 'blew 'em up,' for good measure,// Jono agreed. //Paige is lucky she's still alive, really.//

"Does Didi know about that?" Ben asked softly.

Jono just looked at Ben, at that. His eyebrows furrowed a little, and then he dropped his gaze to the floor.

And he shook his head.

//She knows about the time before that. When my powers manifested, and I bloody near killed Gayle. Was going to spend th'rest of my life with Gayle. That didn't quite pan out.//

"I'm sorry," Ben said, voice full of sympathy. "How long had you known each other?"

//Since we were kids,// Jono sighed. //Grew up together, in London. Either way, the point is somewhat moot, now. I can't face her again, and I doubt she'd want to see me.//

[And now I flee for work! SP is delicious like pie?]

Ben nodded. "That sucks."

[SP is faaaaaaabulous!]

//That's one word for it, yes,// Jono replied, nodding slightly. //Yer haven't gone and blown up Tahiri yet, though, so I think yer on a fairly good track, mate. Do what yer comfortable with, and th'rest will come when it comes.//

And since Jono had been upfront with Ben, Ben decided to return the favor, at least a little way. "The other Tahiri tried to kill me twice," he said. "She just didn't really mean it."

Jono nodded slightly, thinking on that for a moment before replying.

//It's just a face, Ben. A face and a name. The rest isn't th'same. And if it's the future of this Tahiri that yer worried about... It's the future. What will be, and all that.//

"And a feeling in the Force," Ben said, "which is where I get messed up."

//And no amount of logic or reason will do away with something that terrifies the naffin' hell out of yer,// Jono replied.

Yeah, he could appreciate that, himself. //Don't push yerself, if yer can't do it right away, Ben. If yer aren't ready, no amount of pretending yer are is going to change that.//

"I just feel guilty about it," Ben said, shuffling his boots on the floor. "Because I should know better."

//And I should know better than to panic when some chippy tries t'kiss me,// Jonothon pointed out. //But that's still what it is, mate. Panic. Irrational, gripping, dangerous bloody panic. Knowin' better doesn't do a lick of good in th'face of it.//

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