"What?!" Johnny startles when Gabe fucking nightcrawlers his way over and feeds him some half-cocked religious fucking platitude, oh god, this is terrible. "Jesus. No. No, I'm - it's fine." He pulls back, one hand going defensively to his forearm as if trying to cover the scars. "You don't remember me, you don't even remember you, christ, what am I supposed to do with this? Do you even know this is a dream?"

Okay, get it together. He rakes his fingers through his hair, trying to settle. It's pretty difficult. How come he can remember this shit if Gabe can't?