It wasn't until Johnny shifted that Wylie allowed himself to look at him. It hurt more than he'd imagined that it would to return here and see him this broken. He'd never wanted to hurt him that badly. He always just assumed that if Wylie was gone, people's lives would be better, but apparently that wasn't always the case.

When his lips pressed against Wylie's, he exhaled slowly, his mind suddenly trying to make sense of why he would have left in the first place. It was starting to feel impossible. He brought his hand up to grace his thumb against Johnny's jaw, fingers gently on his neck.