Despite the fact that he had heard the water running, Johnny had let himself wonder for a good few minutes if it had all been a dream. If Wylie really wasn't there at all. It was just some fucked up way for his mind to try and give him the fantasy of what it would be like if his boyfriend did return. There was technically no breaking up, so it wasn't like he was the ex.

Once Wylie had sat down next to him, and he could feel the heat of his thigh against his, Johnny wanted to cry. He couldn't help it. He wanted to just burst into tears and let all the pressure out. Try and lift the weight that was sitting on his chest.

Even as Wylie pulled him close, kissed his temple, Johnny let out a choked sob. Wylie was real, and he was there, and he smelled so fucking good. It was a scent that had been present on Johnny's pillow until recently. It had haunted him, reminded him of who wasn't around any more. But here he was, in the flesh. "Don't ever fucking do that to me again," Johnny said just before he let out another sob. "I can take anything but the not knowing. Just tell me the next time you have to fuck off. Man up." He rest his hand against Wylie's thigh before he gave it a squeeze, still trying to reassure himself that he hadn't drunk himself into a mirage. "I'm not even gonna tell you if I'm really falling or not, because I don't want you to go back out that door."