Jono tries his best, including pulling the curtains over the large picture windows. He knows, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he should be incredibly pissed off at Gray, but...it's not exactly Gray's fault. He's the one who did it, but it was the ones who held him, who put him through so much that his mind ended up so twisted that are at fault.
It's easier. If he thinks of it that way, his mind can almost handle it.
The tea goes cold while they're waiting. Jono does his best to pull Gray out of it, but it doesn't work well and he's too exhausted for small talk, though he does do his best to explain the situation with Jackson. So he concentrates on trying to piece Gray's mind back together, hoping for enough bubble gum and spit to keep him together for the time being.
His own concentration goes south, though, the moment the phone rings. He reaches for it, getting to his feet and indulging in the need to pace. "Chamber." It's his stage name, sure, but it's his hero name, first. "For fuck's sake, Emma, tell me it's good news."
"He'll make it." Emma sounds almost as tired as he feels. "I won't lie to you, Jono. There were moments we thought even Josh couldn't manage it. Too much damage and too much blood lost. But your friend is a fighter. As long as he wouldn't give up, neither would we."
Jono stands silent through it all. "Thank you, Emma," he says, voice small. "I'll be there as soon as I can. I've company...I'll explain it when I get there." Then he clicks the phone off and slumps back into his chair, feeling more exhausted than before.
"He's alive." Before Gray could get the wrong idea. "He's alive, Gray."
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Date: 2010-02-03 02:51 am (UTC)It's easier. If he thinks of it that way, his mind can almost handle it.
The tea goes cold while they're waiting. Jono does his best to pull Gray out of it, but it doesn't work well and he's too exhausted for small talk, though he does do his best to explain the situation with Jackson. So he concentrates on trying to piece Gray's mind back together, hoping for enough bubble gum and spit to keep him together for the time being.
His own concentration goes south, though, the moment the phone rings. He reaches for it, getting to his feet and indulging in the need to pace. "Chamber." It's his stage name, sure, but it's his hero name, first. "For fuck's sake, Emma, tell me it's good news."
"He'll make it." Emma sounds almost as tired as he feels. "I won't lie to you, Jono. There were moments we thought even Josh couldn't manage it. Too much damage and too much blood lost. But your friend is a fighter. As long as he wouldn't give up, neither would we."
Jono stands silent through it all. "Thank you, Emma," he says, voice small. "I'll be there as soon as I can. I've company...I'll explain it when I get there." Then he clicks the phone off and slumps back into his chair, feeling more exhausted than before.
"He's alive." Before Gray could get the wrong idea. "He's alive, Gray."