He can't stand that tone of voice. Jono reaches out with his mind as well as his hand, wrapping himself around Jackson as much as he can. I don' get why they're doin' it neither, mush, he says softly, cradling Jackson's mind with his own. But 'at's a lie. You've done at least one good thing. You were there fer me when I needed someone. Y' always were. Until he wasn't. Until he went back to his own world, but Jono doesn't hold that against him. They all do, sooner or later.