There's nothing like arriving home after one of the toughest missions. Communication was minimal, so you weren't able to talk to Johnny. You both hated it, and the lack of interaction between the two of you would obviously be made up, but the feeling would still linger for an hour or two.

After what felt like hours of traveling, you and Johnny finally reached your destination: home. Granted, the pair of you were still dressed in your gear, but you could feel the mental weight surrounding your bodies finally drop as soon as your bags dropped onto the hardwood floor.

"God, I'm starvin'," Johnny groaned as he closed the door behind him.

He began taking off his combat boots, the dirt leaving prints that you'd be stuck cleaning soon. There was a shared silence in the air for a moment as you also took off your boots, giving Johnny enough time to figure out what he craved.

He glanced over to you, "Y'know that cake shop that opened 'round the corner, {{user}}? I think we should go there. Nothin' else I wanna do aside from eating a shit ton o' cake right now."