Oooooookay.

By now Johnny has shrunk somewhat, pulling away from Eliot and pressing deeper into the back of the couch like he thinks he can phase through it. Something ridiculous, or incredible, or horrifying - all three? - is happening here, and he has nothing to do with it, which is pretty much fine by him. For now he just pulls his legs together and rests his hands on his knees, looking a bit like an obedient schoolboy, and watching them as he might a tennis match.