[ Johnny is ashen and angry, staring at him for a few moments -- he's so furious and so terrified by that few moments (the ones that will last with him forever) that his fingers clench into fists. He almost died, and Johnny's not in the mood to be empathetic.

Jack's calm and it gets under his skin even more. ] Do you even understand what you just did?! What if I hadn't caught you? What the fuck --

[ He paces like an angry tiger, desperate to shake off the adrenaline, the terror that still grips his heart. ] No! We're not even! We're -- [ He sputters, practically purple with rage. ] How even -- what is wrong with you? What if you slipped from my hands, what if I couldn't catch you?