Being back in New York was not especially pleasing to Johnny, not only because of the territory but also the temperature. It was cold and it was North and if it weren't for his so-called daughter's imminent auditions and acceptance to a local college he would never have showed up at all. He'd spent the better part of today (after having slept a good long while to recover from the New Year's Eve revels he was dragged to) on the couch, alternately watching television and cleaning the guns he kept in New York. When Emo joined him on the couch, he was watching some football game on TV, not really paying attention to it.
Emo's presence was a welcome distraction, and when he finally spoke up Johnny listened with far more interest than he'd paid the football game. Letting one of those musician friends stay at their apartment? It was one thing to let Indie and Twee stay there, they were family. But one of Emo's friends --and a not mortal one at that? "When you say "not mortal," what do you mean by that?" he asked, wanting to clarify things before agreeing or disagreeing. Didn't want to inadvertently agree to keeping one of them crazy drama-stirring gods in the house, not when he got enough of that with the family he'd found himself in.