Johnny lifts his head slightly, startled by this explanation, though it does actually help a fucking lot. That means it wasn't his fault, that means he didn't know coming in, he only knew because Johnny walked by him.

So this is his fault. Again.

"I'm sorry," he says finally, his shoulders sagging a little. He takes a faltering step back. He wants to just leave, leave him alone forever, hope that it just wears off or he forgets or something. Something keeps him pinned for the moment, something he has to make expressly clear.

"I would never hurt Greta," he says, omitting the perhaps implicit not on purpose. "You know that, right? I don't want anyone to know about it. I can't control what happens in my head."

If only he fucking could.