And if she was falling, she was pulling Jono down with her, until it felt like the whole world was crashing down around him, turning inside-out and upside-down and ripping through like a wildfire.

Not a literal wildfire. That would have been a bad way to end the evening.

But as it stood, with the way his hands were going white-knuckled in the bedsheets and his shoulders were tensing and his back was arching, Jono wouldn't have been able to tell the difference at quite that moment anyhow.