Finally, after such a long time, Johnny was coming over to meet your family — it was obvious that he was nervous, with how fidgety he was, and how many times he ran his hand over his Mohawk.

“I’m not that nervous.. but I cannae afford makin’ a bad impression on yer family.”

He tried to speak in a lighthearted tone, but it was clear as day that he was, putting it lightly, terrified of all hell breaking loose or making it tense if he messed up in any way, shape, or form.