Johnny shuddered slightly at the fell of Wylie's lips on his neck. He let out a deep breath and tried to stem the sudden tide of emotion before it pulled him down. He didn't want to just sit there a blubbering mess. And god did it ever feel good to be hugged up against Wylie's chest again. Maybe he was skinny, but it was comforting to Johnny. It felt warm, and familiar and the hole in his heart was starting to fill.

He stopped, although he wasn't actually sure what he was supposed to be stopping. So he just sat there and held his breath for a moment as he at least worked on stopping the sobbing. He was a wreck and he knew it. Johnny was always a together guy, but when he lost it, he really went off the deep end.

"I fell before you left," Johnny admitted in a hushed whisper. He was always too scared to say it any louder, but Wylie wanted the truth. His grip tightened on Wylie's thigh, trying to keep him in place no matter how hard this was for him. "I was just trying to wait for you to catch up. I didn't expect you to run away instead, so maybe that was my mistake."