Unlike a lot of the people trapped here, Jono felt lucky. Not only was this giving him a chance to actually bond with and DATE Paige, a girl he'd silently admired for such a long time, but it was giving him real perspective.
He'd found out that while his powers had resulted in him having to wear a steel prosthetic in his chest, THIS world's version of him didn't even have such an option, and instead walked around with a huge gaping hole in his chest and lower face.
Like I said: perspective.
He'd earned Paige's trust, by agreeing to take things at her pace and sticking to it. Even after they had agreed to move in together (since honestly, they felt safer around each other than with strangers), and ended up sleeping in the same bed... he never pressured her to have sex. Sure, the constant makeout sessions that led to really nowhere could be sexually frustrating for him, but just HAVING her with him more than made up for that. He intended on being with this girl forever, and when thought of like that? What was waiting a little longer, right?
Plus... living with Paige resulted in mornings like this. Prior to her, Jono could barely REMEMBER the last time he'd had a homecooked breakfast. Yet here he was, waking up to the smell of the food wafting into his nostrils. DAMN.
Quickly getting out of bed, he reached over for his jeans, slipping them on and padding out to the kitchen with a yawn.
"You know... you're gonna end up spoilin' me, love..."