No, it really isn't. "Bloody way lay down," Jono replies, moving forward. And there's relief on his face because, yes. Even though he'd been told Jackson was okay and would be fine, it was easier to believe when seeing him. "Hank'll 'ave me head if 'e sees you sittin' up." He knew where that blade had gone, after all. Only the fact that they'd been ready got Jackson through.

He sits on the edge of the bed, laying his hand against Jackson's leg. "I'm fine. Tired an' a bit worried 'bout you, but fine." He sighs, rubbing his forehead with the other hand. "Well. Can say conclusively that they ain't comin' back. Didn' mess about this time with warnin's. They've all forgotten 'bout the Nexus an' one'll be deletin' all files pertaining to you in their system. Far as the government's gonna be concerned, you don' exist.

"There's jus' one...minor complication."