No, no, no, please stop this, stop being so fucking that, perfect and kind, fuck, why is he so kind, what has Johnny ever done to deserve it? Alarm bells are going off in his head, needs to slip away, quietly, casually, but is that even possible.

"I, um," he says. "I'm okay, just. Not feeling it, I guess."

It could mean a lot of things. The dream. The dream's apparent premise of 'everyone pick a snuggle buddy'. Physical contact in general. It doesn't have to mean this, with Gabe.

He feels awful, like he might be sick, as he says, awkward and fumbling, "Do you mind if we... don't, right now?" He evades eye contact like his life depends on it. "I, uh, just. I feel like I need some time to myself. Is that okay?"