Telepaths- The other retcon (Locked to Jackson [not_skywalker])

[psi_flames]

After that conversation with some Ianto in the Nexus, Jono retreated to think. And the more he thought about it, the more ill he felt. Because he was selfish enough to not want to lose his lover friend

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[not_skywalker]

His place in the Nexus is small, much like a dormitory, but the time he's spent here (that he can remember) has been used filling it with an assortment of things. Jackson seems to have a love and appreciation for books, given the stack piling high on the back of the desk shoved against one wall, the rest of its top strewn with the juxtaposition of two clocks - one digital, one clockwork - he's apparently in the middle of taking apart. The bed is made, though missing a pillow, and he's slung a small hammock in the opposite corner, which is obviously occupied from the blanket and bare leg dangling over the side.

Jackson isn't asleep, just reading something while listening to a jumbled collection of music on a rather ragged looking music player. The best thing about having a lover friend who's telepathic is never needing to take out your earbuds to hear what they're saying. "Hey, Jono," he greets, leaning a little to get a better look at his friend. Yes, he's been keeping to himself lately, since meeting John in the Nexus and finding

[psi_flames]

The hammock gets a raised eyebrow before Jono turns back to Jackson. He leans down, pressing his forehead to Jackson's temple in an approximation of a kiss. Hey. He pulls over a chair and sits down. How're you doin'? Any headaches? Now that he's figured out what's likely causing them, he asks about them. It's part of making certain Jackson's okay.

[not_skywalker]

There's no beach, no pathetic scrubby excuse for trees, and nowhere to sling a proper hammock to read while enjoying the warm breeze. So, Jackson is improvising.

He smiles at the intimate little gesture and tosses the book onto the bed to give Jono his full attention. The earbuds are tugged from his ears, making it painfully obvious he's listening to Vivaldi. (Vivaldi will crash rather jarringly into The White Stripes, though. Where did he get this collection, or is it on random?) Jackson sits up to face Jono, letting both legs dangle over the side of the hammock, and gives him a wan little smile. "Still hurts. Been taking something for it, though, so it's not so bad."

[psi_flames]

He nods, leaning forward. His mind brushes soothingly against Jackson's, doing his best to get rid of some of the pain. Was thinkin'. Back home in me world, we've got some telepaths. I mean, not jus' me, but others. An' some of 'em, well, they're the ones what taught me. Think maybe one of 'em might be able t' help you out. Weed out Adam's false memories. With any luck, get the real memories back out from under them. The false ones had to have something to work off of, after all, right?