He supposed that he hadn't actually expected Mary to answer the door. He'd thought, maybe, somebody who knew her would and could point him in the right direction. To have her there, on the other side, was something... something he couldn't explain.
"Oh thank god." Johnny wrapped his arms tightly around the woman that he'd been seeking. Not giving a second of thought to what she might feel through a hug like that. What it might mean to her. Or the future them. Or whatever. He didn't care. His mind was not on what might happen. It was on that moment. Right then. He'd found her, and he felt lighter for it.
He held her there, wanting to make certain that she was real and he wasn't having some kind of complex hallucination borne of desperation. But no, she was solid. She was firm.
And he felt like he'd heard the same relief in her voice that he'd felt at the sight of her.
"I mean..." Johnny stepped back, letting Mary go finally, and shook his head. "That makes me sound like a dick. I'm sorry that you're having to go through all of this, especially on top of the stuff that you've already had to deal with, cause that sucks. But I am so happy to see you. I wasn't quite sure what I'd do with myself if you weren't here. I'm sorry I didn't call or anything, my phone doesn't seem to have made the trip with us. I've looked around a bit, even tried the library, thought you'd be proud of me for that one. I'm going to shut up now because I'm talking way too much."