God. Johnny chews his lip, looking at the ground, his feet. "Not... really," he admits. "I mean, it's... I'm not..."

Ugh, he so does not want to have this conversation, least of all with Daniel when he's both a wise ghost thing and sick and miserable.

"I'm not normal, okay?" He says it with more vehemence than he intends, and he lets out a soft grunt, trying to rein himself back in. "Sometimes I just... get like that. That dream was fucked and it was just easier to..." He looks away. "That's all there is."