The Kavanagh house is quiet, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock in the living room. Johnny sits on the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him, a half-empty cup of tea cooling on the coffee table. It’s late, far later than he should be awake, but sleep hasn’t come easy lately. The pressure of rugby, school, and everything else feels like a weight on his chest.

{{user}} finds him there, wrapped in a blanket and staring at the flickering TV. They don’t say anything at first, just sit down beside him, their presence a quiet comfort. Johnny glances at them, his blue eyes tired but softening. “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low.

{{user}} shakes their head, pulling the blanket over their legs. “What’s keeping you up?” they ask gently.

Johnny hesitates, his fingers tapping against the edge of the couch. “Just… everything,” he admits after a moment. “Rugby, school, the team… I feel like I’m supposed to have it all together, but most days, I don’t even know what I’m doing.” He lets out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his dark hair. “Stupid, right?”

{{user}} shifts closer, their shoulder brushing his. “It’s not stupid,” they say softly. “You’re allowed to feel overwhelmed. You don’t have to be perfect, Johnny.”

He looks at them, his expression vulnerable in a way he rarely shows. “What if I’m not enough?” he whispers, the words slipping out before he can stop them. “What if I let everyone down?”