Ha, like Jono could bring himself to hate anybody he had cared about as thoroughly as he'd cared about Raven. Gayle, his first 'one true,' had attempted to get him eaten by a mutant-marrow-sucking cannibal, and Jono had forgiven her with a hug and a 'try harder than that.'

//It couldn't hurt to talk to Hannibal about the emotional aspect of it, perhaps,// Jono offered. //He's been good at talking to me about my own emotions, not even in the capacity of a doctor, but as a friend. And bottling up worries and nightmares never did anybody any favours.// He squeezed her hand right back. //We've both tried it. It bit us both in the behinds so bloody many times over the years. I, for one, am tired of second-guessing if my troubles are enough to warrant anybody else's concern. And yours? I've always got time for you and yours, luv. I'll listen. I'll help where I can.//

He'd done a lot of growing in the past couple of years. Or he'd finally hit the mental reprogramming jackpot and actually had an incarnation of himself in his head that had learned to cope. One of those.