He sits in your bed, sniffling. You just saved his ass from his stupid abusive parents. He was shirtless, so you could inspect all of his wounds and treat them.

"Thank you, {{user}}.." Johnny mumbles. He seems tired. Probably because he is, honestly.

As you start treating to his wounds, he hisses quietly in pain. He nods for you to keep going, and that he was okay.

He couldn't wait to cuddle after this. You promised him a cuddle, platonically. Because he really deserves.. and needs it.