Don't think about cryptid hybrid reader that doesn't know how to cope with Johnny's death. You understand death. You've seen it before. The team even allowed you to look at his body before he was cremated, so you wouldn't wonder when he would be back. You still aren't sure how to grieve.
You mimic his voice at night, away from the others when everyone is asleep. You made the mistake of doing it around Simon and he screamed at you. He apologized later. Grief can make humans angry.
But you aren't human.
You cry sometimes. You aren't sure what the feeling is. It's never happened before. But you feel better when you mimic his voice. You don't want to forget what he sounds like. You already have a hard time remembering his face without pictures.
"You did good, Bonnie." Johnny whimpers from your lips; with the darkness of the night being your only company.
