Johnny is not deterred, and if Tim doesn't want to shove over as requested, then he's going to have to deal with Johnny sliding his skinny ass right in next to him, nestling under the blankets. He relights his cigarette and sits there, trying not to think about how hilarious they probably look, stoically sitting almost right on top of each other, being depressed. At least it's a lot warmer here. This is nice, right? Tolerably nice.

"I'm sorry," he says. Gabe's line didn't work right away on him, either - hell, it's still not working a lot of the time - but that doesn't mean it isn't worth saying. He sinks into the couch a little, getting more comfortable. "Whatever it is, maybe it came with you, and maybe it didn't. I do know... how you feel. I think." He reaches out and taps ash onto the floor. "Things can be different, though. They are for me. And I never thought they would be." Maybe that's not helpful from where Tim's sitting, but it's all he knows to say.