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.//

Jono glanced sideways at her at that flop, an eyebrow quirking upward slightly.

//Something more Raven-centric, perhaps? I wonder if it was just us that it touched.//

Somebody had been too busy attempting to 'sleep on it' to listen to the radio last night.

//She's an empath and a healer,// Jono pointed out, shaking his head slightly. //If it was on purpose, she'd have to have bloody good reason to.//

And if it was an accident, then thinking on the reasons why would probably only make Jono's nonexistent heart break in other ways.

//We're talking about th'gel who sat out on a food fight because it was too violent,// he added. And then, a moment later, he was flopping backward to join Didi. She looked comfortable, was all.

And that earned the smallest of nods, and Jonothon found himself actually curling up a little more closely to Didi, projecting half a sigh.

//And if that's the case, then she's got to be absolutely heartbroken.//

Nevermind that he still couldn't figure out what it was that girls seemed to see in him. That point was far from his mind right then. For now, just the fact that he was going to have to be the one to do the heartbreaking was leaving a phantom taste where his mouth was supposed to be. One he didn't particularly like. She had, after all, told him that she cared. A lot. And while he didn't reciprocate those feelings, she was still a friend.

//Takes one to know one,// Jono decided, with all of the maturity of a twelve-year-old. It was difficult to resist reaching up to poke her on the tip of the nose, to go along with that. After a night of wibbling and a day of being tired and utterly baffled, he was going to take just one moment to be an absolute dweeb if be damn well wanted to.

Though, really, the way he saw it? It really did take one to know one. You had to be one hell of a person to look past the obvious outsides to figure out that there was a Jono in there, too. Most people he met never did seem to get that far.

//I know yer are, but what am I?//

And now he was reaching up to poke her nose. Because it was right there and it was adorable, and Jonothon had no self-control at the moment, apparently.

It was a revenge that made Jono blink and go cross-eyed for a moment, before he damn near cracked up. Naturally, this meant that he was duty-bound to attempt a tickle-attack to her sides!

//At th'risk of sounding repetitive, luv, it takes one to know one.//

He felt better now. Lots.