Mary wasn't sure how she felt about cancelling the hunt. It made a whole lot of sense, given the circumstances. Neither of them had their head in the game. And yet? She'd take a simple hunt over trying to deal with everything they were dealing with.
She didn't answer the non-question right away. She shifted a little in the chair and studied the list of local pizza delivery places. Of all of the times that she'd missed Johnny or been angry that he was gone, or hurt, and of all the times that she'd pictured getting back home, she'd never really imagined having this conversation in this way. She'd imagined trying to explain it to the Johnny of her time. She'd even imagined never telling him and waiting to see if he shared the secret with her. She hadn't imagined that she would suddenly find the man that she'd missed so deeply in the room with her and have to deal with his immortality and the fact that she knew about said immortality and all the hows and whys and ins and outs of it. At least, she knew about as much as Johnny did.
"Yeah," she said simply, raising her eyes in an attempt to find his.
She wasn't angry that he'd lied to her. Not anymore. Any anger had burned out over the heated discussions she'd had with the Johnny of the past. The hurt had mostly faded into acceptance. She'd found that she still cared for this particular version of Johnny, even in knowing that he'd omitted something pretty huge. Hell, she'd realized that she was likely falling in love with him. With the Johnny of both timelines.
That made her more than a little trigger-shy. She'd never really let herself stop long enough to fall for anyone like this. It was just easier to keep moving. Easier to not risk drawing someone into a life that might get them killed. But someone who was already in the life? He'd simply gotten past her defenses.
She knew that the sensible thing would be to simply put a time limit on everything. Agree that they'd give this another six months, or maybe a year, and then they'd go their separate ways. He wouldn't have to watch her slowly die-or get killed off quickly on a hunt, for that matter. And she... well, she didn't relish the idea of separating, but most relationships ended one way or another anyway, right? What was the difference between a busted up heart now or a few years down the road. At least, that was what she'd tell herself.
She didn't say any of that right now. It wasn't the time or the place for this. He needed time to process these new memories. And she just... she just needed time to get used to the idea that the alien abduction nightmare might be over. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to sleep for awhile. It was too hard to trust that she'd wake up in the same place.
"How's your head feeling? Can I get you anything?"
She was going to focus on the physical right now. Focus on the tangible things that she could do or offer.