Jackson looks up at Jono and the light brush of fingers through his hair, his brow knit in confusion. For now, he's obviously trying to fight by the fear and anger that's sending his mind into a tailspin, listening to Jono's explanation in silence. When it's done, he's not sure what to say. "Okay," Jackson finally answers, drawing his knees up to his chest and leaning forward to rest his forehead against them to take several deep breaths. "I can't believe they sent John Hart." It's sort of embarrassing.