"All right." He nods shortly. All right. They can be their self-isolating asshole selves, and then they can both wake up and hopefully forget all of it. Johnny's not safe either - not safe how? What kinds of things does he see when he looks over one shoulder?

Too-tall men with too-long arms, faces that stare and smirk without eyes or mouths, emotions so alien they hurt his head and bleed out his nose, the thin slips of shadows of things that should not should not could not exist because they don't make sense -

Tim's safer not being safe. Well. Everyone else is safer. And that's better.