"Wot? Never seen a man enjoin' a pint before?" His gaze shifted sharply from Logan to the untouched glass settled before him.
It was a Mexican standoff of bad attitudes. Cynicism was his particular weapon of choice.
Jono didn't want to be here either. Circumstance and poor decisions had batted him back and cross the Atlantic like a ping pong ball. He'd left London when the manifestation of his powers had nearly killed his girlfriend, he'd left Westchester when the potential for a serious girlfriend got too, well, serious. Now the trumped up scandal of his fleeting relationship with one Sugar Kane had him sullen and stateside again. There was a pattern forming, a common denominator with each self-imposed exile. Jono wasn't blind to it any longer.
"You drew the short straw then?" His voice would again casually invade Logan's mind, like the broadcast of a radio. The signal going just one way.
He never doubted his whereabouts were always noted, it was just a matter of time before Xavier found out he was back. Compared to the glittering spray of flashbulbs from the relentless British paparazzi, he could easily handle the X-men welcome wagon.