Jonnor, Please!

Chapter 4

Notes:

I don't have too much to say about this chapter, other than I hope I didn't go too overboard with Bitty's southern accent...if it was too much, let me know in the comments please (Update: I have since heard/seen on tumblr that I was indeed, going way too overboard on Bitty's accent...sorry).

Enjoy the update :)

Chapter written by benji2795 and originally posted on AO3 on January 18, 2016

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Bitty was walking across the South Quad on his way back to the Haus for the afternoon when he spotted Jude walking in the same direction.

Jude was bundled up, much like Bitty was himself, wearing what looked like at least two coats, a scarf, gloves and a beanie. It was 47°F, almost warm for an early November day in Massachusetts—that is, if you were from anywhere north of the Mason-Dixon Line (you could usually tell who those people were, for they were usually the ones wearing shorts—shorts). For everyone else, it was practically frigid. Jude had his hands in his coat pockets, shoulders hunched over to brace himself against the chill, and his eyebrows were furrowed, a deep frown etched into his face. When he looked up and caught sight of Bitty, he waved and slowly jogged over.

Observations about Jude's state of dress aside, Bitty was interested in getting the chance to talk with Jude again. They really hadn't since the night of the frogs' initiation, and over the course of the week since then, he'd started to become a constant fixture around the Haus, and, surprisingly, that wasn't because of Lardo. Whenever Con arrived at the Haus, it seemed, without fail, there was Jude, trailing just a step or two behind him, and Bitty wasn't quite sure why. With the lone notable exception of Lardo, art majors weren't generally the kind of people who got along well with hockey bros.

"Hey Bitty," Jude said when he caught up, interrupting Bitty's internal musings.

"Oh hi Jude," Bitty replied brightly, falling into step beside him. "Where are you headed to?"

Jude shrugged. "I'm not sure. Just—wanted to walk, I guess. Try and get some space to clear my head, you know?"

"I suppose I do," Bitty drawled. "It's somethin' Jack does all the time. Lord, I swear that boy'll be fixin' to go for a walk at all odd hours—even if it's in the middle of a goshdarn blizzard, if you can believe that."

"Who would even want to go out in a blizzard?" Jude asked, his face crinkling up in confusion.

"Must be a Canadian thing," was all Bitty could offer in response. "Though I can't say I've ever seen Ransom join him, so I don't know. Maybe not."

Jude quietly hummed in response before walking the next little ways in silence.

"So I saw you came to the game last night," Bitty said, in the interest of making conversation, when it seemed pretty clear Jude wouldn't be the one to start it back up. "Couldn't help but notice Lardo was in your ear the whole time."

"What? Oh yeah. I think she's trying to recruit me to take over for her as manager," Jude answered, grinning slightly.

"Well you are the first person I've seen in a while who ain't gone runnin' screamin' from the Haus after a couple hours with the boys. In fact, I think they might be takin' a shinin' to you," Bitty laughed. They very rarely had visitors to the Haus—at least, visitors that weren't frogs and weren't coming by because there was a kegster. Jude was actually the first that Bitty could think of from over the whole of his time at Samwell.

"They're good guys, if a little odd sometimes," Jude shrugged.

"A little odd? Oh sweetheart," Bitty giggled, shaking his head fondly. "After livin' with those boys for a while, I can assure you that they're the craziest bunch of people I've ever met."