You’d just gotten home from a long, strenuous job. Johnny had been resting on the couch when he heard you come in. He didn’t move, but took note of your silence. You grabbed yourself a snack from the kitchen and sat beside Johnny. He couldn’t pretend he didn’t notice your shaking palms or your leg bouncing a mile a minute.

“Christ, V. Take a breather. You look like you’re about to burst.” He commented, his brow cocked with concern.