He yanks his shirt down over the bandages and grabs the tree trunk with a white-knuckled grip, slowly getting to his feet. He slips a little in the snow and his other hand darts out to catch her arm, which doesn't even give slightly under the weight. The exertion already makes his breath come out in short pants, misting up the winter air. "Heh, well. The day people stop being the worst kind of bastard is the day I'll believe it."

He lets go of both Blaze and the tree, and starts determinedly limping down the paved path. "You don't remember most of your life? How can something like that happen?" The thought gives him a sick feeling, even if it looks like it doesn't bother her. He nods his head in agreement to the second half, though. "Sometimes it's not about the money, it's about making the world a little better by taking them out." He quirks a small smile. "Not that I argue with the money either."

Johnny accepts his pain waves off Ghost's concerns. "If it hasn't killed me by now, it can wait a little longer." Stitches are a good idea, though. "Long as nobody punches me, I'll be fine."