Well that sounds goddamned bleak, Johnny being stuck like that until he wakes up. It's obvious how traumatized he is by the situation, and the least Eliot can do is stick it out with him.

He sighs as he watches Johnny write the question. He doesn't want to answer it, or rather he doesn't feel like he can in any way that doesn't sound completely stupid.

"Yeah..." Eliot begins, rubbing a hand over his hair. "It's...complicated, I guess." No it's not, it's not complicated at all. "I didn't know I'd come through, I was drunk and cutting through the park and then...and then I ended up meeting you."

Wow, that was lame. He can't just leave it at that. Eliot stares down at the word.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you, after that night. It's...I've been in a weird place, trying to figure shit out and I don't know, I guess I thought that maybe you were just some guy and I couldn't talk to you about the Rift but..." he laughs a little, joyless and close to hysterical. "I guess we're in sort of the same boat, right?"