Wylie was shutting down again. He stared at Johnny, knowing he was upset and not wanting to hear the hurt in his voice or the frustration in his eyes. He'd been alone for so long that having someone else to think about felt strange. To top all that off, seeing that pain and anger and everything else was reminding him of being a kid and even though he'd never compare anything to what Garrett did to him, the anxiety wanted to rise and he wanted to run.

Wylie leaned forward, elbows on his knees and face in his hands. HIs hair was still wet from the shower and he was struggling to breath. He couldn't say anything. He didn't have anything that would make it better, but he wasn't about to lie to him about how it feels. He wasn't going to lie about why he left or even that he could just get up and walk away whenever he wanted. He certainly didn't see it that way. It wasn't like he was walking away to go for something else. He was just running.

He did nothing though. Just sat their, burying his face in his palms, shoulders rising from uneven breaths while he tried to find something to focus on.