"No shit," says Johnny with a little nod that means Yes, please.

"I mean, once you get past the, the Rift period, and the casual fucking proof of the multiverse, and the angels and Satan and vampires and magical magic people... and aliens... and the fucking dreams. I mean, you'd think there'd be nothing left that could be that fucking weird. But hey, you found it. You found that exact thing."

He flops back, staring up at the ceiling. "Actually you know what I'm not sure i should drink anymore," he says. "I think... I think I might die." He sits up again, as if with sudden inspiration. "Do you wanna make out?"