No it isn't, no he's not. He's already trembling when she touches him, and that sends a harder jolt through his body, though he doesn't pull away. There it is again, that tug of discomfort, why, just because she's reassuring him? Christ, don't be an asshole, Johnny.

"I... I'm sorry," he murmurs. He feels too hot suddenly, so he lifts himself up, nudging her hand off gently so he can strip himself of his hoodie. Beneath is just a t-shirt, and she'll be able to see his scars, but whatever. She's already seen the worst of him.

"He wasn't real," he says softly, staring at the floor. "He was just - in my head. If he was real he would've-" He closes his eyes and tilts his head for a moment, clenching his jaw. "What you did, it wouldn't have worked. He's too powerful. Listen." Finally he looks at her, and he feels a twist in his gut seeing her worried, pitying expression. "If he ever see him again - ever - just run. Don't talk to him. Don't get near him. Okay?"

He breaks off and looks away again, shivering in spite of his heightened body temperature.