'Archangel' is just one more problem he can pile onto the list that's been rapidly growing since he was old enough to understand the concept of lists, and it's not exactly the most critical problem on his mind right now. More alarming is the prospect that Johnny could have told anyone. He could have told a legitimate archangel.

But didn't.

"Look, uh, I told you," he begins, eyebrows pressing downward as he thrusts hands into his pockets, "stuff with me is - complicated. And the fewer people who know, the better."

Of course, that might not even be an option anymore. Who knows how many people his other self came across? It could have hurt any one of them.

It might have killed someone, and he'd have no way of knowing.

A fresh chill settles into his spine and he ruthlessly shatters the thought where it is.

"It wasn't really me," he mutters to the floor. "For what it's worth."