[ STEADY ]
THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST & NOT ACCEPTING! )
another relic malfunction and they're both reeling, the usual slog of pain and suffocating fire burning in their shared minds -- except johnny seems to be having more of a reaction this time than normal. he's slumped against the side of the hideout ledge, fingertips grasping at the crumbling concrete edges while he hisses out obscenities. he can hear v saying something, asking something ( stop fucking talking ! ) yet he can make out anything as if his head is trapped beneath an ocean.
perhaps it was the distress that caused v to close the gap between them and attempt ( what a gonk idea . ) to rest a hand on his shoulder in hopes to steady him. like he was alive, living . . . a cruel reminder the moment v's fingertips draw forth a shock as johnny flickers roughly from view for a second before popping back in. an awkward moment of silence ensue as the rocker boy looks at v's hand still hovering over his shoulder cautiously, his crippling migraine now turning into crippling irritation. the only thing that keeps him from snapping is the sincerity behind the action.
"it's never going to get through that thick ass skull of yours that you can't touch me, is it?" he asks, voice rough from the recent relic malfunction before pretending to knock v's hand away as he turns to lean against the wall and light a cigarette. he does appreciate the gesture, but when it comes to admitting it aloud, he'd rather smoke in silence.
