"Yeah." Johnny laughed, too. Not just because he'd seen the amusement in Mary's eyes, also because he got the absurdity of what he'd said. Mary had been going for a point, and he'd just kind of trampled all over it.
"I know." Johnny softened, he reached over, not thinking, and squeezed her hand lightly. Drawing back again, he sighed. "Though, if I'm going to be completely honest about it, finding out this way feels like it's better than waking up one day and realizing that I'm fifty two and that I still look the same, and having to come to the conclusion of forever by myself. At least with you telling me, I get it all at once, I have somebody that I can talk to about it who knows. I'm not alone in it. So, I know you feel bad, but don't feel bad."
He tried to imagine himself standing in front of a mirror, twenty or more years under his belt of healing things too quickly, no laugh lines, no grey hair, no marks of time marring him. He didn't think that it would have been a fun moment. Not that finding out this way had been fun, just... easier.
There was also no extra time needed for him to figure things out. He hadn't needed to sit alone in some room, trying to discover the thing that had caused it, wondering if it would go on into eternity. He already knew. He knew that in Mary's time, he would be the same as he was right now. He knew that there was only one thing in his life that could have made him this way. And he knew that he survived pretty much everything that was thrown at him. He knew, really knew, that he was immortal.