"Well, no..." Johnny shifts uncomfortably, not sure what to do. "But I know he wants to help you, even if he doesn't act like it... and... I want to help you, too."

Such bullshit. He's no good at this fucking sincerity thing. But it's also true, he knows that deep down, and it's easier to tell this Jodie than regular Jodie. And she's still sniffling, and even if she doesn't remember right now, she dug him out of hell, she held him while he collapsed sobbing on the floor, she weathered that shitstorm and she didn't judge him for it. So, goddammit.

He shifts slightly closer and puts his hand on her little shoulder, gives it a pat and a light squeeze. "It's gonna be okay," he says.