The vehemence of her words sank into his heart quickly. He regretted his words instantly, and wished that he could take them back. Johnny didn't really have to imagine what she'd been through, even though his wife and child hadn't died in his arms, he'd still seen their bodies. That Mary had held his lifeless shell, that she had been forced to wonder if he would return to life - that the possibility was even there - had to have been torture.
Her other words were important, and Johnny filed them away, but he didn't answer them. There wasn't much of a struggle to survive on the island, it sounded like, so no need to dwell on those matters.
Instead, he reached up to the hand that had done the pointing and pulled on it. Pulled her into his arms. All he wanted to do was wrap her in an embrace and feel her against his body. Her life, her warmth, her heartbeat, her breathing. He just wanted that. And for her to know that he was still here for her. Still here, period. But especially for her.