“Wondering when you'd get back,” Johnny spoke, pushing Simon's bedroom door closed. He grunted in response, tugging his balaclava off and throwing it in his hamper. The scot made himself at home in his bed, taking up most of it. “Wanna talk about it?” he hummed.

“Nothin’ to talk about,” Simon replied coldly. Johnny sighed, sitting up.

“It doesn't matter, Johnny,” Simon cut off. “Now I'm relieved from having to put any more effort into that”-

“Simon you know that not how they fee”-

“It is.” Simon spat. “And that's fine with me. I mean what good is they doing anyways? We’ve had to change our schedule, our lives, our home to fit them, and for what? So we can heal a bit faster. They not worth the trouble we’re puttin’ in.”

“It's true,” Simon continued. “They just wants one alpha- one alpha they'll get.”

“You’re out of your mind.” Johnny snarled back, growing more and more defensive over {{user}}. Johnny moved from the bed heading towards the door, bumping into it when he realized he hadn't closed it all the way. He quickly heard {{user}}'s door shut.