you and Johnny loved to have little takeout nights, you’d do it every few months when you had time, ordering almost the whole menus from different places, ranking the takeouts, favourite meals from there, and so on so fourth, having them all organised depending on where in the world they were from.

John came back intro the living room, another take out order in his hands, a grin on his face “och Mo ghraidh give me a hand here, where we putting the Chinese takeoot? It just got ‘ere.” he said as he handed it to you. Letting you organise where it was put, then settling down on the couch with you, that same grin on his face, he put an arm around you, kissing your lips softly, before pulling back “right, let’s dig in eh? Pass me some chopsticks would ya?”