It hurt. That one word, it hurt. Yeah. She knew everything. Yeah. All his secrets were out in the open and he hadn't been the one to tell her. Yeah. How could he even think she wouldn't have been able to handle the truth? How could he automatically assume that she'd run to her parents and tell them she knew of a monster that needed to be hunted? He'd been an asshole, and that hurt, too.
Johnny sat on the bed, defeated in the idea that he could do anything else. They needed to talk, he knew that. There was too much now, and the dynamic wasn't going to be the same. She had hashed all of this out with the other version of him, the younger version, but he felt like they had to hash it out again, because there were more problems here. His younger self had an ignorance about a lot of things, his younger self hadn't yet made the choices that led down this particular road.
"My head is fine." He laughed a sad laugh. His head was always going to be fine. Johnny wondered what his younger self's reaction to that sudden knowledge had been, and then realized that he didn't have to wonder. He had those memories. She had informed him, and he had freaked out. As he should. The years did nothing to them. Almost dying left nearly no trace.
Johnny looked up at Mary. She seemed to be taking it all so well. But she'd had time to adjust to all of it, hadn't she?