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//I hardly have th'breasts for either,// Jono noted, looking down at his... chest... area. //I suppose I'll have to get one of my own.//

"It couldn't hurt, right?" Didi prodded, glancing at his chest area as well. "How are you feeling?"

//Rotten,// reported Jonothon. That statement was accompanied by a shrug. //But here, I suppose.//

Rotten-but-not-here would have made this into an interesting conversation.

"Better here than a lot of other places," Didi answered thoughtfully. "Sorry for the rotten, though. I'll have to change it."

//With a search for sea glass in swimwear that I don't yet own?//

Jono wasn't going to spoil this moment by pointing out that he had a deep, abiding loathing for clothes-shopping, too.

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"Sure!"

A beat.

"Or we go to town and see a movie. Or you sit in with the band at Caritas. or something. I just ... feel like having a Jono appreciation night."

//Th'band smells funny,// said the pot, referring to the colour of the kettle, //and there'll be too many people at th'cinema, I'm sure.//

Like... the people selling tickets. Those were people.

//Sea glass sounds just fine to me, luv.//

Also, there was popcorn involved with one of those alternate options, and alcohol with the other. And, while he understood that other people could and did enjoy both, it was still a bit of an old sore spot rubbed raw all over again.

"Sea glass," Didi nodded, then brushed her hair back and took a deep breath. She felt like the floor had been sinking under her. "This is dumb, Jono. I'm taking about nothing and making nothing plans because what happened Friday feels too big to talk about. I want us to be normal, I do, and dwelling on it won't help, but ... please don't think I don't care."

And in response to that, Jono actually looked confused for a moment.

//Yer still here, Didi,// he said, as though that explained full well that he understood that she cared. //That means... quite a bit.//

His last girlfriend had sort of tried to kill him over something vaguely similar, after all. In comparison, babbling about swimsuits didn't seem all that bad.

"I know I'm here," Didi said.

But it didn't feel like enough,. But she wanted to comfort him, more than anyone else could. But she was still mad she didn't have the power to fix him. But but but.

She was here.

"Just ... it's okay for you to tell me anything."

//Anything.//

There was a long pause after that, while Jono turned his gaze downward and attempted to pick through a swarm of thoughts. Anything.

//You almost got yerself killed the other day, you know.//

That one had been weighing on him a fair bit, yes.

"No I didn't." That was automatic, and not terribly well thought out. "I guess physically, maybe, but..."

But physically didn't count? Healthy attitude, Didi, and from the way she trailed off she might have realized that.

//What would have happened?//

Jono's wince there had been faint, but it had most certainly been there. Accidentally killing his girlfriend only physically would still have been... well. Just that.

"What would have happened to anybody," Didi said, wincing back. She couldn't share too many details. "And then ... some other stuff. But mostly, as far as you'd know, just ... what would have happened to anybody. I'm not special."

And she was starting to realize how much of a thank you she owed Raven.

//Of course.//

She was Death. But, as far as he'd know, he'd just be Didi's killer. That made everything so much easier, truly.

//So. As I was saying. You nearly got yerself killed the other day.//

"Not really. Not in the way that matters."

Didi was Death. Didi could, would die. Those two things were making an uncomfortable burny spot in Didi's chest. "You were hurting."

//There are things that hurt a good deal more than being turned into human shrapnel.//

There went his eyes, falling to the floor again.

Didi felt ashamed. The shrapnel part would have been over in a second, and she wasn't especially attached to her human form. (She liked the life she had, but she'd had it for one year out of how many millions of them?.) She would have hurt, but walked away. Jono would have lived with it for ... considerably longer. She knew how he felt about Gayle.

"Going to take a wild guess that turning somebody into shrapnel is on that list," she said. "Sorry."

//Somewhere near th'top of that list, actually,// Jono agreed, lifting a hand to fumble with the wrappings across the back of his neck. //So... if we could please possibly refrain from blowing you up any time in th'near future, I'd be most appreciative.//

By which he meant, he loved her, and he'd miss her, and the guilt alone would probably kill him.

"If I can manage not to blow myself up in the near future, I'll try to avoid it," Didi promised. "Honest."

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