[Johnnie raises a hand to block the light and keep himself from squinting nearly so much. He'd love to also be casually annoyed verbally, hit him with a quick and witty reply, but it's not so easy. They haven't spoken in years, long enough where Johnnie almost could have forgotten the sound of the man's voice, but it comes back too quickly on hearing it again.

Maybe his Papa won't recognize him. That'd be fine. They could just go on like this is some mistake and they'll be gone and never have to deal with anything more than one stupid brief interaction.]

Calm the fuck down, man. Ain't like I wanted to hit your house. We'll just -

[Oh, the light is wavering. The dude's hand is fucking shaking. Anger? Fear?]

Johnnie.

[So much for not being recognized. Even older, in the dark, with his face all scarred up and his hand in front of half of it. And he can't imagine it's some kind of parental bullshit because when was this guy ever really a parent to him anyway?]

Yeah. Look, forget it, we weren't even supposed to be here, it just kinda happened. I'm not here to stick around an' chat. Go back to bed, old man, an' take your fuckin' light with you. Gonna fuckin' blind me.

[It's too hard in the dark with the light in his eyes to make out how the man's face has changed, and Johnnie doesn't really care to know anyway. He can tell that light is being held in his left hand - that makes sense. Would be hard to grip anything with his right thumb missing all these years.]