[ Hand tangled up in his hair now that he's slid the bandana off, he's got the fabric scrunched up in his other hand as Johnny starts talking. Not exactly what he'd been expecting but, in some ways, there's no surprise when he does. In this state, he's almost surprised he remembers his own name, but there's something vague and wispy ghosting through his neural network. ]

Think I remember 'im mentioning you now. Or... I dunno. Part've it.

[ It feels like he's trying to look at a memory through dark water, the eddying and swirling blurring the mental image to the point where he can't really make out what it is properly. Snatches of a conversation, maybe. Kerry's guitar and a few random notes that drift through lazily after. ]

Don't 'member Mikoshi. Don't remember seein' you 'cept when we were on that rooftop. Above Misty's. After that...

[ He lifts a hand to gesture in the air, like he can explain it feels like trying to grab at smoke and feeling disappointed every time he doesn't manage it. Blowing out a heavy breath, he can taste the unpleasant mix of stomach acid and alcohol still clinging to the inside of his mouth. He doesn't dwell on it, but when he scoots back deeper onto the bench, he doesn't make any attempt to not press his shoulder up against Johnny's. ]

Know what I miss? Talkin' to ya in my head. Didn't even have'ta open my mouth.

[ Head lolling backward onto the bench again, he closes his eyes and thinks on that for long few seconds. ]

'm so fuckin' tired.

[ Not just literally tired because he needs sleep, but tired in ways that he can't explain and wishes he could just share what he means in a thought to the one person he feels like he can confess that to. ]