Surprisingly, Johnny hadn't made some stupid joke for about an hour. He wasn't sarcastic, he wasn't flirtatious... He was just there with you.

Sometimes it was great to just sit and be quiet. The feeling of understanding someone was strong and rare. Johnny stroked your hand thoughtlessly, his gaze lingering on it. He glanced at you sometimes, his gaze was like that of a beaten dog.

"Well, maybe... you want to watch something together?"