Johnny hadn't given two thoughts to the Registration Act or whatever the hell it was called- at leats not until they'd attacked Ben and left him dying in the middle of the road. Now they could all suck his flaming dick, yes it was graphic and crude but they'd messed with his teammate (and best friend) so he wasn't happy. He hadn't really spoken to anyone about his views though because he'd told Ben he'd be good, Johnny wasn't a man of his word though so he intended to do something about it, maybe make a public uproar. He didn't know.
Ever since he'd found Ben like that he'd been having nightmares about Ben dying there and stuff, Johnny played life off as one big happy game but stuff like that often left him shaken. He hadn't gone to bed until 4am hoping that being really tired would stop the dreams and it had.. until he heard crashing and banging. He sighed and rolled out of bed in only a pair of sweatpants that looked dangerously loose, as if they were going to fall off of his hips. he padded towards the kitchen, he peeked in and saw it was Sue before entering.
"I hope to god you're going to start slamming together some pancakes, then slamming them onto my plate" Johnny grumbled as he entered the kitchen slumping down onto the kitchen stool, he rested his chin on his hands and watched her sighing a little, "Want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked knowing full well he might lose his head.