Seth's continued calm gives Johnny pause, and for a moment he hesitates, hovering in the massive gulf between fury and gratitude.

"I - I'm not all right," he says, desperate and miserable. "But I need to be alone here, I don't want you to see, I-"

Suddenly ashamed at his assault, he lets Seth go and backs away, staring dully at the pages. "I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I have to stay here. I have to get rid of it. All of it. You don't want to be here, it could - it could hurt you."

He suspects he's not making sense, but he is in no position to worry about that right now. He sinks back down to the floor, kneeling and wrapping his arms tight around himself, pulling at his clothes and his skin. "Please go," he whispers.