//Takes one to know one,// Jono decided, with all of the maturity of a twelve-year-old. It was difficult to resist reaching up to poke her on the tip of the nose, to go along with that. After a night of wibbling and a day of being tired and utterly baffled, he was going to take just one moment to be an absolute dweeb if be damn well wanted to.

Though, really, the way he saw it? It really did take one to know one. You had to be one hell of a person to look past the obvious outsides to figure out that there was a Jono in there, too. Most people he met never did seem to get that far.