Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Jonothon was writing, today.

Not paperwork, no, though it was the end of the month and he was well aware there was no shortage of that to be done. No, he had his guitar out, today, and a sheet of paper, and a pencil, and he was trying to make music. He hadn't done that in far too long, and there was something about spending his week traveling

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[nobloodymessiah]

Eleanor wasn't sure why she had come back to the store today. Maybe she needed more of Aunt Gracie's music, to remind herself of why she was doing this. Or to convince herself to let the idea go, to let Grace rest firmly in the past. She didn't know that a plastic disc could give her those answers, but it seemed the only way to even reach Grace's spirit.

When she entered the store, she noticed her boss noodling idly on his guitar. She gave him a nod of greeting, then stopped, realizing how ... tired? Sad? ... his eyes looked.

"Are you all right?"

[furnaceface]

//Hm?// Jono wrote down a few more lyrics on his sheet of paper, and then glanced up to see who had come in. //Oh, sorry, Eleanor. Didn't see you come in.//

That... probably answered that, considering the man was a telepath.

//I'm... tired. Yesterday involved a great deal of travel to a few places I don't entirely know if I was ready to revisit. But I'll be fine, luv, thank you. How're you doing?//

[nobloodymessiah]

Eleanor bit her lip, realizing how close that sounded to her own travel plans. Ones she perhaps ought to be reconsidering.

"I'm ... all right, I suppose," she said. "Places ... better left in the past? Bad memories, or was there danger?"

No reason it couldn't be both.

[furnaceface]

//The danger's gone, these days. But there had been plenty of it, the last time I set foot in those places. The sort that stays with a person long after the screaming's stopped.//

Jonothon shook his head a little, setting his guitar back down on its stand.

//You ask with the sort of authority of somebody who knows what that's like.//

Which he knew, to some degree, but if it was eating at her, of course he was going to ask. She seemed as though something was chewing at her, as well.