Jono kept his gaze fixed out the open window, the chilly February air whipping his hair around his face. Was he really so transparent or did Rogue just think like he did? He hoped it was the latter.
"I...I dunno...I do care about Paige. A lot. But I'm no good for her," he said. He could be frustratingly stubborn when he wanted to be. He didn't think that Paige was a shallow person, but he couldn't help but feel as though she had fallen for the way he was without his powers. But that was the 'old' Jono. This was who he was now. Dangerous and depressing.