He leans into the coolness of the hand on his forehead and sighs.
"Yes," Gabriel says to Johnny, intoning the word with far more seriousness than he'd intended. He knows that Johnny is joking with him, he doesn't miss the innuendo, but at the same time- yes. Johnny has offered him so much that he doesn't really deserve.
That, and he really would like it if he brought him jars of honey.
Mako's voice pulls him up and away from Johnny's hand, but it takes him a moment to process what she's actually said.
"Days. A few?" He cringes. A few days of this seems like too much. One day of this is too much. He groans and, in quick succession, teleports the drink to the coffee table, then tips over onto his side and buries his face in his pillow.
It takes him a few moments before he remembers that he's supposed to be maintaining a persona here. Now that Johnny is back, things seem less dire, more manageable. Johnny may know how much of the usual persona is bullshit, but Mako certainly doesn't. He's done a lot of damage here, he knows, but maybe it can be salvaged.
"Thanks," he mumbles into the pillow, then he turns his head enough to look at her. "Good to know. Dying for a week max. Ugh."
"An'-" he he sniffs inelegantly, then reaches out to clasp Johnny on the shoulder, which ends of more as a weak slap to the chest and then his hand clinging to the front of Johnny's shirt. "You don't have to stay now, Blue. We'll go paint the town neon later, you'll see."
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"Yes," Gabriel says to Johnny, intoning the word with far more seriousness than he'd intended. He knows that Johnny is joking with him, he doesn't miss the innuendo, but at the same time- yes. Johnny has offered him so much that he doesn't really deserve.
That, and he really would like it if he brought him jars of honey.
Mako's voice pulls him up and away from Johnny's hand, but it takes him a moment to process what she's actually said.
"Days. A few?" He cringes. A few days of this seems like too much. One day of this is too much. He groans and, in quick succession, teleports the drink to the coffee table, then tips over onto his side and buries his face in his pillow.
It takes him a few moments before he remembers that he's supposed to be maintaining a persona here. Now that Johnny is back, things seem less dire, more manageable. Johnny may know how much of the usual persona is bullshit, but Mako certainly doesn't. He's done a lot of damage here, he knows, but maybe it can be salvaged.
"Thanks," he mumbles into the pillow, then he turns his head enough to look at her. "Good to know. Dying for a week max. Ugh."
"An'-" he he sniffs inelegantly, then reaches out to clasp Johnny on the shoulder, which ends of more as a weak slap to the chest and then his hand clinging to the front of Johnny's shirt. "You don't have to stay now, Blue. We'll go paint the town neon later, you'll see."