"Oh." Johnny blinks. "Okay." He's not sure if this is an invitation or what. He is not about to invite himself into Seth's hotel room (particularly after his awkward suggestion of sex was left untouched), but at the same time he feels... well, clingy. There's no nice way to put it. Again, he tries to think of who he can contact, but comes up short. He doesn't want to dump himself of Jodie, he's definitely not at that point yet with Charley, and... who else does he know, really? That well. The TARDIS isn't an option... unless she is? Could he see her without his power?

Distracted, he pats his pockets. "No wallet, no keys, no phone," he mutters. "I'm in great shape."

He could sleep on Gabe's sofa, or in his bed. But that would just be so fucking sad.