"Um." The subject shift is totally fair, but it still catches Johnny off guard. "Fine. Yeah. Things are fine." He scans around the woods. "I hope I run into him. His, uh, his thing is a freaking griffin." He grins faintly, remembering the first time. "Last time this happened, uh, we weren't, you know, seeing each other yet, so it was all kinda weird."

Nova noses at him gently, like an acknowledgment of an inside joke, but instead of a joke it's a weird little moment of shared affection. He strokes his thumb over her head. Just like last time, he kind of wishes he always had this point of contact with his - inner self or whatever.