Seth nods sympathetically, looking away when he feels sure Johnny's fine - or an approximation thereof, at least. "You don't have to talk about it," he reassures. If he wants to, that's fine, but it seems like Johnny wants Seth to know as little as possible about that stuff, and if it's something he's trying to put behind him, who's Seth to pry?

He looks down at his shirt and tries to wring some water from it. He wishes he could pull off proper dream manipulation, just will himself dry. But the sensory experiences in these dreams are so much more real and visceral than in regular dreams, so it's hard to convince your mind that it can be easily changed and manipulated, even if you have regular lucid dreaming. Seth is still just sitting here dripping.