It shouldn't surprise him that Gabe is speaking Japanese, and it doesn't, really, of course he can speak Japanese. It's not that it's surprising, it's that it doesn't fit into the space he eked out in preparation for being around Gabe. It wasn't ever going to be big enough anyway, but hearing these foreign sounds in Gabe's voice is nothing short of disorienting, leaving him feeling like he's drifting far away. He doesn't realize how tense he's gotten until Gabe gives him that weird little peck on the cheek, and then he notices his nails digging into his palms, and forces himself to relax. That kiss was all wrong, just like his texts were all wrong, forced fake affection, or more like tolerance, really.

Of course he's like this. Gabe doesn't trust him with himself right now. Johnny has no fucking idea how to fix it.

He stares dully at the menu without reading the words before realizing he should probably be a part of the conversation somehow.

"Some guy came up to me in the park and told me she'd just appeared in the fountain," he says. "Came to me specifically, because he recognized me. From when I was with you. After, you know."

This was a mistake. Stop talking. You fucking idiot. Stop.