This was going to be another one of those moments when both of them kicked in to hard-headed-stubborn-asshole gear, and their words were going to send them spiraling down into a soup of shit, Johnny could feel it happening already. He didn't want to drive Mary off like he had the night she'd been taken, and he didn't want her to doubt herself when she was with him. He wanted her. That was that. If she wanted him too, then so be it. They didn't need to talk anymore.
He waited until she was through talking, because he didn't want to interrupt her. He even waited a few beats after her shrug, just to be extra sure. When no other words were forthcoming, he made a decision. Action. Actions were better for them than talking was, they'd both seen that.
"Are you done?" Johnny didn't wait for her answer, though. And he'd already glanced around to make sure that there weren't any angry parental units storming their way after discovering that he'd woken up. He stepped in closer and kept her mouth shut - and his own - with a kiss.
Near death be damned, Johnny wanted to feel her body and know that she was here, whole, with him. And he wanted to taste her. He only hoped that his breath didn't smell like death - literally.