"Um." Johnny stops short, looking up at him. "But you've done it before, right? And it was okay?"

He's in no position to be giving advice here, or acting like a hopeful child trying to justify why this is a risk someone else should take. Maybe Daniel's better off staying as he is. Maybe this would only make things worse.

"I mean is there," he barrels on, grasping at straws, "is there any way someone could... help you? Gabe, maybe?" When he's not dying of plague.