It's not too hard to guess that 'it' doesn't have anything to do with the dream. Johnny doesn't want to be around him right now, for whatever reason. He frowns and drops his hands, then stuffs them into his pockets to keep himself from reaching out for Johnny again. He's done something wrong, but he has no idea what. Is this another human thing that he doesn't understand?

He cocks his head to the side a fraction. He's not sure if he should pry more or let this go for now. Maybe Johnny does need some time to himself, but he doesn't like this at all. He huffs out a laugh that sounds brittle. "You need some space? Okay."