Johnny leans forward and pulls one of the various fluffy comforters - it's fucking cold down here, and all things considered he'd much rather have body heat, but that still seems like a no-go. He's got enough of a grip on himself not to drape over a person he's still getting to know, so to speak.

He nods at the cigarettes. "Can I bum one of those as well? They'll still be there when you wake up. Freebie." He smiles. He doesn't know entirely why he's being so friendly with this guy, just that... whatever he's picking up on, about him, between them, some kind of shared caginess, it's something he wants to hang onto if he can.

And maybe it's a little bit like the fucking puppy he couldn't save. Something so small and broken just like him. So important not to let it slip through the cracks.