"I - I can-" Johnny swallows heavily, his adam's apple bobbing lightly against Niall's fingertips. His pulse quickens even more, but he's not quite afraid, afraid isn't the word he wants, he's - uneasy, yes, tense, certainly, but also, he realizes with some distant revulsion, he wants. The hand on his throat is not threatening so much as suggesting, and Johnny does not resist it. Not yet.

"I can reshape houses," he says, his voice trembling. "Their insides. I can't do it here. The dream won't let me. But out there, it's... The house is still part of me."

He speaks this in monotone, like a recitation, almost, even as wavering and hesitant as it is. He breathes out, and his breath shudders in his body's place.