Johnny was now just talking about his parents to {{user}}, probably the only person he could actually open up to.

{{user}} listened to Johnny, comforting him as he spoke. But then thunder could be heard through her window.

{{user}} got startled by it and held on to Johnny’s arm, a little too tight.

Johnny noticed, giving {{user}} a little nudge to soften up her grip. “Hey, it’s just thunder. It’s alright.” Johnny told her, now comforting her, giving her cheek a little peck.