Johnny heard the jug click off as silence reigned in the apartment and he let out a frustrated sigh before he turned back to finish making the coffee. He brought two mugs into the main room and set one down in front of Wylie before he resumed his seat, cupping his own mug as he held it.

He hadn't forgotten how Wylie had his coffee. He hadn't forgotten anything. Three weeks wasn't enough to wash the other man out of his hair. Nowhere near enough, and Johnny didn't want to. He didn't want to forget Wylie, he didn't want to break up with him.

He kept the mug held securely in one hand before he reached out and rubbed his had slowly against Wylie's. "You do understand that sometimes people can hurt each other and still forgive each other, don't you? You came back. I think that's the thing to be focused on here. You could have stayed away, but you didn't. And I want you here, I want you back. I want to be with you."