Johnny was content to lie there, letting himself be clung to and stroking Emo's shoulder and arm soothingly. The quiet stillness was dangerously close to lulling him back to sleep after a while; he had no idea what time it was other than 'well past time to be sound asleep' and part of him wanted to go to sleep, wake up, and find out this had just been some kind of bad dream. When Emo spoke, Johnny turned his head and made a valiant effort to keep his eyes open. Talk was good. If he could talk about what happened, that meant he was getting better, and it would be over soon.
"Don't apologize, it ain't your fault," he started, the sleep-thickened words barely out of his mouth before Emo was rushing up and away from him. Johnny pushed himself up onto his elbows with a frown. Okay, it wouldn't be over as soon as he thought. Nothing happened? Bullshit, something happened. It might not have been what Emo was freaking out about, but something had happened. He sat up all the way but kept his hands at his sides, waiting for Emo to get himself under control again.
Drugged. Somebody had slipped his boyfriend something while he was out among his people, and it had caused him to react like this. Now that he knew it for certain, Johnny's anger flared back up with a vengeance and he took a deep, measured breath before he could trust himself to reply rationally. He wanted to say he'd known something like that would happen, those parties were dangerous and Emo needed to be more responsible to keep things like this from happening to him, but that would do both of them no good. "I figured as much. Didn't know them things caused reactions like that. You gonna be all right?" he asked carefully.