Johnny shakes his head. "I don't know how to explain," he mutters. "We'll get drunk again soon, and I can tell you the whole fun story, and then you can take this fucking power out of me. How about that?"

It's blunt, but he's exhausted, and he has no energy to go into his messy internal life while they're both half-naked and recovering from being eaten by zombies. Gentler, he adds, "You sure you're okay?"

There's an undertone of don't go in there and shoot up, but he's not willing to say it out loud.