"I don't have any friends..." Jonathan was calmer now, his heart was racing but Jerome was a distraction. He could breathe. He could control his speech and sound a bit less idiotic. All bonuses. Jonathan blinked several times to try and refocus himself and looked at Jerome. A tall, monstrous clown demon looming over him - but the laugh wasn't scary, it was a spark. A fun, little spark.

Funny. He forgot funny. That wasn't something he got much of any more. "Sure." Jon smiled wonkily at the offer. "Me, you and Scarecrow."