"Johnny said he won't be coming back tonight."
"Got it."
Carl merely nodded calmly, showing no surprise at all at the news Oliver had brought.
He had only been in control of that body for a short time before he was already itching to slip out of Dogtown and dive headfirst into Night City. Carl did not need to think hard to guess what Johnny was plotting.
Old lovers meeting again—Carl would consider Johnny restrained if he came back by tomorrow afternoon.
He only hoped Johnny would not wreck his new body. Once this body broke, there would be no replacement.
Still, he had made things seem so emotionally profound when he parted with Alt not long ago, only to turn around and run off to see Rogue. Carl did not even know how to judge that.
If he had to put it into words, it was very Johnny.
Exactly the sort of bastard thing Johnny would do.
Though Carl himself was hardly in any position to say much about these sorts of things. Feelings were troublesome enough on their own, and their team had no shortage of similar situations.
Take Jack, for example—his relationship with Misty was steady, but when it came to Camila, the former lover who was now a high-ranking member of the Valentinos gang, there was inevitably something subtle and hard to define in the way the two got along.
Although Jack had never done anything to wrong Misty and had deliberately reduced his contact with Camila, Mrs. Welles's Afterlife bar was a regular gathering spot for the Valentinos gang. Even if Jack had no intention of seeing her, the two still ran into each other far too often.
Thankfully, Jack's main activities had now shifted to Dogtown. If he still spent as much time at