Johnny blinks up at him, wary, lips parted slightly and unconsciously. These are dangerous questions, questions he does not want to answer. Questions he doesn't even know how to answer.

He smiles, weak and bewildered, his broken tooth too visible, only for a second. "You've got the wrong guy, man," he says. "I don't know anything. I'm the go-between. I wouldn't even know where to start."

He hadn't known where to start before. It's not like he really knows anything. This is good; maybe Niall will see he's not worth it, let him be.