Bigger than piranha. That was new. And a little scary. Johnny almost offhandedly suggested that he give it a go. Wade across, after all, what was the worst that could happen to him? But Mary's reaction to earlier jokes like that hit him too hard for him to do anything but nod. He'd wait to see the scary fish.
"Oddly, not bad." Johnny frowned at that, disturbed. "I feel sore, achy, like I've just had a really bad flu. The skin on my chest is hot, and tight. But I certainly don't feel like... well. Like any of that happened."
He pulled her to a stop, because it occurred to him that he hadn't gotten her take on any of it. It wasn't fair to expect her to put up with this crap, even if she had seen it before. She hadn't known then. He'd kept it all from her.
"Mary, if this is too much, you don't have to stick by me because of some words that were said and a kiss. You couldn't have really known what all of this would be like. Now I'm going to have to deal with your parents, there's not really anyone on my side in this outside of you, Cas, and it looks like Anna." He held up a hand. "And don't yell at me and say that you meant every word. I'm not doubting you. I'm not even doubting that you'd stick it out, all of it. I just want to be sure that this,"
Johnny pointed at himself, his whole body, his being.
"is what you want. I will totally understand if it isn't. Hearing that I'm not alive is one thing. Seeing that I'm not... that's a fresh hell I don't think either of us expected."