Johnny wasn't sure that Rob really liked the nickname that Max threw his way, but decided there were other things to worry about at the moment. Plus, Rob wasn't really a child. Young, yes, but old enough to speak up on his opinions about nicknames. And Max was the kind of guy who would listen.
"We also have to remember that it's the 40s here. Shit just isn't the same. People are more trusting. Listening to folks talk at the bar, you'd think they have never given serious consideration to the idea that sometimes people kill each other. Back home, it was more like... why aren't more people killing one another."
He shook his head. The fact that Max thought they were close just set him more on edge. Out of habit, Johnny pulled free one of his guns and made sure that it was fully loaded. He hadn't used it since getting here, but that didn't stop his hands from working through the action. Nor did the fact that somebody might see. He really didn't give a fuck.
Johnny decided to speak up on that before either of the others could. "Yep." He said, as if something had already been mentioned.. "Don't give a shit."