"You know," Johnny drawled, his voice low as he leaned back against the hood of the car, eyes fixed on the city sprawled out in the distance. Neon lights flickered and pulsed like a living thing, their hum drowned beneath the dusty silence of the Badlands.

He didn’t come out here much, never saw the point. But lately, since {{user}}, he found himself out here more often. Gigs. Business. Whatever excuse worked. Out here, it felt different. Cleaner. Almost peaceful.

“Think I forgot that quiet exists," he muttered, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.