"I don't know." Johnny sighed and put his elbow on the table, his forehead falling into his palm. "I don't have any kind of right asking you that, or even feeling the way that I do right now. It's absurd, and I know it is. So just ignore the stupid shit that comes out of my mouth, okay?"
He couldn't explain it, and he really hoped that she would just take his half assed apology and let it go. He had a feeling that he'd just dig himself into a deeper hole if she wanted him to clarify what he meant.
Johnny picked up his mug, no longer quite in the mood for something as simple and non-alcoholic as coffee.
"That makes sense. Warm body, comfortable bed. Feels familiar. Turns out it isn't. Makes sense."