He looked like a wreck. Wylie's stomach twisted into a knot at the sight of him, disheveled and smoking. He knew he didn't smoke inside. It was for Alice... he assumed she wasn't here then. Wylie shifted, repositioning the backpack on his shoulder and kept his eyes on Johnny's. There was a long, uncomfortable silence that hung between them. Wylie was berating himself. He shouldn't have returned. He should have just left him behind and been done with it. If he had, he wouldn't be feeling all this guilt and pain staring at the man that had wanted to find something more.

"Hey," he replied weakly. He couldn't imagine what he was supposed to say next. He hadn't even meant to show up here. He'd just meant to... he didn't know. He was hoping that Johnny would yell and slam the door. Then he could leave and be done with it.