Something about her touch on his cheek... it felt like home. But it also felt like loss. He didn't like that, one bit. Johnny had an idea of what it had been borne of, the fact that she'd been left without him for however long.
He smiled a bit at her wanting to blame him. The tears in her eyes stirred his heart. What he wouldn't do if he could just go back and find a way to stay with her. To make sure she was okay. He must have vanished after their last conversation, which didn't make any of this better by any means. She'd still been suffering with her nightmares about what she'd been through. She'd still been hurting over a lot of things. And he'd vanished.
As much as he wanted to ask, know how long she'd had to survive, he thought that maybe trying to figure it out through other means would be easier on them both. At least for now.
"Well, I suppose that depends on two things. How much booze does your minibar have, and is the bar quiet. Which leads up to another question: Can we snag bottles from the bar and take them to your room?"
If he had his choice, Johnny would choose to have the solitude. To make sure there was nothing that could disturb or distract them. He wanted to catch up, sure. But he also just wanted to be with Mary.