Reno sighed and slowly lowered himself down onto the platform, then rolled onto his back. He still felt like he was at death's door, but at least for now he wasn't knocking.

"I wanna just go home. Yeah, Johnny?" He reached out toward Johnny, as if the demon he'd become might answer, might stop with the recognition of his lover. At least Santa had been of a more practical mind and thought to tranquilize him. Reno frowned with exhausted confusion as the Soporil dispersed around them but it wasn't long before his eyelids began to droop and the Turk dozed off.