There was a contented sigh as Mary gave in to his touch and moved forward to embrace him. The feel of her was home, it didn't matter where they were or what they were put through. He'd endure it all as long as she was there with him. His arms wrapped around her tightly, and he rested his head against hers. Johnny smelled her hair and placed kisses in it, he listened to the sound of her breathing - as broken by her relief as it was. He let her cry, and even relished the feeling of her tears soaking through the shirt onto his skin.
"I wasn't home." Johnny said, his voice soft. "I don't know where I was. I thought from the note that I'd been with everyone else, that I hadn't missed anything. I'm sorry that I did."
It wasn't his fault, he knew. It hadn't been his choice. The aliens had done whatever they'd done with him and not given him a say in the matter. Maybe he'd been in stasis the whole time, just for a lot longer than the rest of them had. Maybe they'd done experiments on him. If that was the case, he didn't want to know anything about it.