[ he is not used to having someone seem afraid of him, considering he's about as intimidating as a chihuahua in appearance. They can't even maintain eye contact. Johnny's suspicion continues to ebb: again, they seem more like they're being gripped by anxiety than up to no good. And he can't blame them for that. This is an insane situation to be in. Only time and necessity have numbed his shock and distress over the whole thing.

Unfortunately, he's horrible at cheering people up or reassuring them - he sits there, not entirely sure what to do other than answer honestly. After a moment, he nods. ]

Yeah, a few months. [ a beat. ] I know this is all weird as hell, but you're not in danger or anything. Probably.

[ thanks. seeming to realize that doesn't sound very reassuring, he adds: ]

Your home's not really gone.