Jonothon... had not been in his right mind all day. Or, rather, he had been in his right mind for the first time since the weekend, and it had in turn left him more or less out of his head for the majority of this particular Monday.

In simpler terms, he'd spent today in a daze, trying to figure out what in the world had happened, this weekend. By the time evening had rolled around, he hadn't really worked anything out with the exception of one simple fact.

Things were not they way he wanted them to be, between himself and Didi. And he had to fix that fact. And that was why he'd braved a floor of stairs and another bout with facing the World Outside Of His Room this evening. Because straightening out this mess with his girlfriend came first and foremost, and he could figure the rest out from there.

But first, of course, he was going to have to knock.

Jono wasn't exactly the greatest at deciphering such muffled noise, but he was going to give it his best guess, and come out more or less correct. Lucky.

//It's me, luv.// His voice, such as it was, wasn't subject to any such muffling. She'd probably know easily enough who was standing at her door. //May I come in?//

Jonothon, for his part, looked as though his hair hadn't seen a brush or a dollop of gel all day. Which was about the full extent of the preening that he was able to do anymore, and so it was possibly about as obvious as her lack of makeup. The random little duck-tails here and there probably didn't help.

He gave her a small nod, and something that could almost be an attempt at a returned smile.

//Evening, luv.// Here was where he commenced being awkward and stupid until he could kick himself in the arse to make words that meant something. //How's yer day been?//

Stupid question.

//Yer too?// Yes, this would most definitely be where he'd be worrying his lip with his teeth if he had either. //I... wouldn't be too forward to ask what it was that you've been thinking about?//

Because, funny thing, he'd probably had some of the same on his own mind.

//I haven't talked to her,// Jono replied, making his way across the room to take a seat on her bed as well. He clasped his hands in his lap so tightly that his knuckles went white, and he shrugged. Again. //I woke up this morning, and couldn't for the life of me figure out what had possessed me all weekend. I mean, I like Raven, but as a friend. Anything beyond that...?//

He shook his head, seeming for a moment about as lost and confused as he actually felt, before making an admirable effort at wrestling that dazed look from his eyes.

Jono's own expression was now a bit of a cross between stunned and 'this should be a sigh of relief, right here.'

//It wasn't just me, then? I mean, out of nowhere, and gone just as quickly?// And now he was reaching for her hand, because bloody hell, he needed to, right then. A lot. //Bloody island has us all going barking mad, or something. I don't want Raven. I want you.//

It didn't seem like Fandom's usual cock-uppery, really, but that seemed like an almost feasible explanation regardless.

Somehow, that squeeze was some impossible measure more amazing than any sensation-of-kissing ever could be, just then. It was there, and it was real, and it meant that things were right again. Jono and Didi, Didi and Jono. And it came with no small measure of relief. Her hand sat so very comfortably in his, after all.

//What I want to know now is, why Raven in particular? Of all th'people on the island?// He was now twining his fingers between hers, his eyes on her hand. //Seems a bit specific, almost. Yer and yer, fall for her, but only for th'weekend.//