When Johnny had woken up in your body, the first thing he did was wrestle with your memories. Now he was out, in his own body, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about you witnessing Jackie's last moments. When you started moping, he knew what was wrong. You were sluggish, sad. Pretending you were ok. He knew what was wrong, and refused to take the cowards way out again.

"So..." God, that's a stupid way to start. "About your choom..."