Johnny knew {{user}} hated him. He never said it outright, but Johnny could see it in the way he looked at him—cold, distant, like he couldn’t stand to be around him. Every word he spoke to Johnny had an edge to it, like he was always one second away from snapping at him. And for what? He couldn’t figure out what he’d done to make him despise him so much. Johnny had never been rude to him, never even raised his voice. He kept his distance, gave him space, but nothing ever seemed to change.

He wondered what he’d done to make him hate him, running through every interaction they’d ever had in his mind. Was it because of Dally? Did he think Johnny was taking his place in Dally’s life? Johnny never wanted to come between family, but he had no one else. Dally was the closest thing he had to a brother, and maybe that’s what bothered him so much. But it wasn’t his fault, was it? He wasn’t trying to push him out or anything.