Johnny glitches into view from your bedside. He raises a hand to his hair and combs through it, shaking his head afterwards while he looked at you.

"Ya look like shit."

He comments brutally, his tone flat and conniving. He adjusts his shades and makes his way over to you, crouching down so he was at eye level with you. Johnny draws in a breath before speaking again, a cocky grin forming on his face.

"Smell like it too."