battling the cold

"Shite." Jules held under his breath. No telling how long ago he'd gotten the text from Jonah.

"What is it?" Willow winced. The show was over and they were huddled together as the doors of the concert lead them out into the bitter cold. Steam came off their backs as if they'd been in a sauna.

"Its Jonah." Jules couldn't lie to her.

"What does he want?" She winced as she looked at the strange text.

"Not what he wants, he went..he went to see someone." Jules squinted.

"What have you done?" Willow wanted to know. "I didn't think you'd ..you'd communicate with him, especially, behind my back." She swelled a frown.

"Its not like that." He tried to plead his case. "All right, I guess it is. Its just..well, one day, he's gonna need us. And, and I'm trying to be a mate, OK?"

She kept eye-balling him, that he needed to explain this.

"I just thought, he should get out more. And, and I have this old school mate, who needs a good mate. Look, Gilly's all alone. I just thought, they..they might be good for each other. I guess they hit it off. Maybe." He shrugged.

Willow rolled her eyes at that. "How could Jonah hit it off, with anyone?"

"He needs to try. Maybe..maybe this Ste will take notice of him. I know Jonah thinks the world of Ste." Jules hugged her close as they stepped into the crunch snow toward her car.

"So now you're playing cupid?" She put him on the spot.

"I just want him to know, that we still care." Jules simplified it. But he wasn't so sure how simple it would be.