Jono squinted as they walked out into the afternoon sun, taking a step back out of force of habit when Rogue relinquished his arm. "Yeah? Good on you love," he said, glancing to her. He wasn't sure he believed her words however. "Dunno how you equate me with celebratin' though..."
He blinked at her when she returned the question. "Same old I guess," he shrugged.