Wylie wasn't a crier. He'd never been a crier. When he did, it had to take something truely jarring to make him feel that crying was the only response. Mostly, it had involved his stepdad. Once he was able to fight back, hurting Garrett had always made him hurt inside. This wasn't the same.

At Johnny's admission, Wylie swallowed hard, his eyes shutting and he let it sink in. There were two emotions that coursed through him when he hear it; fear for all the things that hurt too badly to face. Fear that he would be exposed to more pain than he wanted to see. Then, there was relief. Relief that he wasn't the only one feeling. Relief that Wylie didn't have to face this alone.

Wylie brought one hand up to the back of Johnny's neck, the closest thing he knew to a soothing gesture. He pressed his nose into his hair and steeled himself, trying to stop the amount of pain and guilt and something else burning below the surface. "Jona," he spoke his name softly, no purpose in saying other than he could.