It was nice to meet somebody from outside of this strange country with it's odd drinking age laws and overabundance of television channels. Jono's shoulders lifted and relaxed as if he were letting out a great sigh, though no breath actually entered or escaped him. Automatic movements.
I'm honestly a bit intimidated by the telly. His eyes smiled. There's so much going on there, and so very little logic to it all. I watched some for a bit, but got a touch lost.
Though he supposed that it was really the best way to get to know some of the slang that didn't translate over, and attune himself to the general American attitude, which was a good deal different than how the English - and most Europeans really - carried themselves.
The thing I need most, I think, is help with my powers. I'm worried about control and such. Hurting other people. I don't think any real cultural assimilation can happen until I feel comfortable standing close to another person.
Though it did come back to him that Laura had said there were a number of people who might survive him if he did go off again. That was soothing. But what was he supposed to do? Go around and ask every single body if they were invulnerable or had an accelerated healing factor? He'd be seen as odder than he already potentially was.