"Yeah." Johnny folds his arms tightly, sort of hugging himself. "I guess I panicked. I'm really glad you're okay, man."

It would take a lot more than something like this to get him to abandon someone, at this point.

"I saw you without the... that mask on," he says. "You looked kinda, just, gone."

Jay's stepped into the kitchen, is pouring coffee, like he can't handle this (he can't).

"Look, you don't have to tell me what's..." Johnny waves a hand vaguely. "I know it's... shit's complicated. I get that. I do."

He really does.

"I just wanted to make sure you were..." Man he's trying really hard not to say anything like still alive. "And I didn't tell anyone," he adds quickly. "My, uh, my friend, well, boyfriend - Gabriel - he healed me up last night. He's, um, kind of an angel. Like, the actual archangel Gabriel. He knows something was up, he's kinda freakin' out at me, actually, but I... he doesn't know about you. And he doesn't have to, if you don't want. But he might be able to help you."

"I'm sorry," Jay interjects. "When you say 'actual archangel', you mean like from the Bible, right? You're dating that Gabriel?"

"Yeah," says Johnny with a short glance at him.

"Okay," says Jay faintly. "Just checking."