Johnny blinks at him. Hadn't they just agreed they wouldn't get into this now? What's he even - reflexively, Johnny moves his hand to the back of his neck, tracing the scar there. It's too small, and he's hair's gotten too long, for Seth to possibly have seen it now. So what's he -

Oh. Oh, fuck. He's almost forgotten about them, the scars on his back. Gabe's never once asked about them. He doesn't know where they came from.

"Sort of," he says. "But not like that." He stands stiffly, not sure how to explain without going further into it.