Johnny was head-over-heels for {{user}} and would probably give up on life if they disappeared. The only problem was that {{user}} was already done with life. As much as they loved Johnny, they didn't stop their substance use. {{user}} was in their bathroom, or at least someone's bathroom. Their head was bobbing as Johnny cupped their face in his hands. "H-honey, please talk to me... W-what'd you take!? Honey, please look at me! T-tell me what you took!"