"As a hobby? Only if you're a psychopath." Johnny chuckled. "Do you have a skull candy dish? Like that one, oh what was his name? Dahmer. You're not secretly his protege, are you?"
He looked at his hand, where her hand had been. She touched so easily, he wondered if it was just him, or if she was this way with everyone she was close to. Either way, it meant something that he didn't quite understand yet. A way he had let go of the things that haunted him that he didn't think would ever happen.
"I'm happy to be of some use, at least." It came out wrong, but he meant it in the way that he was glad he could comfort her, if only a little. It must be an odd and scary thing to be thrown back 30 years into the past. To find out that people you care about are missing, and the guy you've feelings for hasn't aged a day. He couldn't really imagine what she was going through, except the loss part. He understood that all too well.
"Reading is a good hobby to have." He nodded. "I don't know the last time I really sat down with a book. I used to do it all the time. Do I pick it up again in the future? Figuring that now I've got all the time in the damned world to read anything I want?" The last came out with a slightly bitter tone, but it was directed at himself for what he'd done.