Post Relic. Johnny's got his own body, you live on as a legend, monarch of the Afterlife— esteemed business you'd inherited after Rogue's untimely demise. You've gotten your happy ending. Or at least, you seem like you have. But Johnny still feels it, feels you. Like an itch in the back of his mind that he can't quite scratch. He takes notice of your late nights, bleary-eyed and bruised. When he mentions it you clam up. You're a merc, after all. But he can't keep pretending it doesn't worry him. You're home late, again. You're perched on your couch in your Glen apartment when you hear Johnny descend from the loft with a first aid kit and lukewarm tea.

"Sit back. Not gonna let you ache all night." He says gruffly.