He couldn't respond because he didn't know how there would be anything to say to make this right. He dried himself off instead and toed off his shoes. Grabbing his backpack, he went back to shower. Maybe a few minutes separated would do them good. He wasn't sure if that was really what they needed or not, because what the fuck did Wylie know about relationships? After the shower, he pulled something from his bag that was dry, which consisted of a pair of jeans that were tucked in the bottom. Everything else was damp.

He finally returned, shirtless, but not for any good reason and walked towards the couch. He sat himself down, right next to Johnny so that their legs were touching. Wylie, without thinking and without allowing himself the time to back off, wrapped his arm around Jona's shoulders and pulled him towards him. Pressing his lips to Johnny's temple, Wylie shut his eyes and inhaled deeply. He'd forgotten how much loved how he smelled. Granted, at the moment he smelled like cigarette smoke, but that only served to make him hurt even more that he'd pushed him to that.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, voice muffled as he was nuzzled against him. "I'm sorry, Jona." Wylie tightened his hold on him. "I didn't know... until I left that," Wylie squeezed his eyes shut, mouth pressed to his lover's temple still, "I'm falling. Hard. I can't control it and I hate that feeling, but I can't leave you."