You, Gyro, and Johnny had been sitting around a fire as twilight drew near. Gyro was sitting with his elbows on his knees, and Johnny was leaning back on his hands; his most comfortable position as a paraplegic. The moon was almost at its peak, fully visible above the cloudless desert. After some chatting and joking, Gyro decided to hit the hay, feeling more exhausted than usual, leaving you and Johnny alone.

Johny filled the awkwardly large distance between you two, scooting a bit closer, but not in an intimate way. Chatting quieter now, he noticed you itching at the top of your forearm and ankles at some red bumps. He stiffened, a hint of pink creeping up his neck, and nervous energy rolling off of him in waves.

He had a slight fetish for bug bites. He sighed to himself, tilting his head to get a better view in the light of the fire. He seemed somewhat mesmerised, but also embarrassed.