Wylie didn't move from where he stood when Johnny returned. He slipped the backpack off his shoulder and onto the floor, making no move towards the towels. Instead he slowly unzipped his jacket, slipping it off and dropping it on top of his backpack. His heart was hammering in his chest. Everything about this was horrible. It was worse than he'd expected. He shouldn't have come back.

"I found Charlotte," he said softly, taking a single step forward. "I needed to know that she moved on with her life after me. I... I had ruined her... I..." he glanced down and took a deep breath. "She was a sweet girl with a big heart and I made her life hell on purpose. I found her, that last bit of who I was dying away when I saw that she's gorgeous and just fine..."

He'd talked about Charlotte before. She was the only thing he had a memory of that made his life worth it. She'd been his first love even though she didn't know it. He left her behind, too. It wasn't the only reason he'd left Johnny. He'd meant to leave and not come back without anything else... but Charlotte reminded him of what he was now missing and it had nothing to do with her.