Jono felt relief at that. He didn't think he'd gotten to the point where he was meeting people and forgetting about it, though he had to admit sometimes the stress levels were high enough for him that he felt a bit disjointed.
It's quite alright. Jono nodded. It's good to get the tension out somehow. I've been trying to figure out how to do that myself, safely.
Sometimes it felt like he was crawling out of his own skin, but the only thing he could think of to let go was to really let go. That didn't seem like a terrific idea to him. He'd thought of scouting out a corner of the school that people didn't go to, that maybe he could use as his own personal fiery wasteland, but he wasn't exactly sure that anybody would take kindly to that sort of destruction, and he figured that on top of that, it would attract unwanted attention. He could think only of Alisa and what she'd said.
I'm... adjusting, I suppose. I've met a few lovely people, there are a number of awkward times that repeat themselves a bit. The school itself is nice, of course. America is odd. Once upon a time he would have smiled to illustrate he was joking. Now he shrugged a shoulder and rubbed the hair at the back of his head in a sheepish movement that was highly practiced. What did you do to get over the shock part?