"It sounds neat," mumbles Johnny, pointing vaguely at the ceiling, then lets out a sleepy giggle at his inane wording. God, he didn't realize how tired he was until he was horizontal. "Urghhh sorry." He drops his hand back down onto his face. "I'm so worn out."

He lets his hand drift onto Seth's leg, giving it a good pat, like one would a horse. "Seeyoutomorrow," he says, barely.