Johnny perks up a little at the sweet but slightly sloppy kiss. This has been a wild and crazy adventure and he's enjoyed it at a safe distance, but it is nice to be acknowledged again. "Uh, yeah, water sounds good," he says, and reaches out to set his emptied glass on the table, slowly, like it's a stick of dynamite.

"So, uh," he says, but there's really nothing he can contribute at this point. He ends up just letting out a puff of air and throwing up his hands, flopping over onto the arm of the sofa, sprawling out. "Yeah I got nothing. This is some fuckin'... Twilight Zone shit."