Johnny shifted as much as he could in the tight hold Wylie had on him, easing out so that he could lie next to him and wrap his arm around his waist. He kissed Wylie's shoulder before resting his head against it. He was starting to feel the fog that had become his life lifting, but he wasn't stupid enough to think that things would pick right back up. They'd both need time. He brushed his hand against Wylie's hip, his eyes slipping closed for a moment as he took in the fact that he was no longer alone in bed again. And the fact that they had just made love. Maybe they couldn't pick right back up, but they were about to start something new.