' i'm a natural normal ! '

He has tried on makeup and thought he looked nice

He’s always chewing on something, usually sunflower seeds.

He has a collection of lotion because dry skin scares him.

Bitch goes the extra mile brushing his teeth. 5 times a day.

His fav kind of popcorn is that cheese stuff

who did he have these conversations with?

it wasn’t pony, he’d have written about it in the book, mention it in some way, describe johnny in some darker manner than a “kicked puppy”

it wasn’t soda, he’d mother hen johnny more than he already did

and darry? he’d never let johnny out of his sight.

steve wasn’t fond of pony, and while everyone babied johnny i don’t think they were super close to the point of this kind of confession

dallas was definitely his friend, definitely protective of johnny, but… he was dallas. i doubt he had any deep conversations past slightly drunken confessions and him gruffly admitting stuff about his past. they’re close, and confide in each other, but dallas seems the type to view emotions as weaknesses

but honestly my bet is on two-bit. two-bit was really broken up by johnny’s death and it’s 100% possible that he and johnny had deep conversations about this kind of stuff. two-bit stressing about his mom and his sister while johnny admitted stuff about his parents.

“Two-Bit Mathews was the oldest of the gang and the wisecracker of the bunch. He was about six feet tall, stocky in build, and very proud of his long rusty-colored sideburns. He had gray eyes and a wide grin, and he couldn’t stop making funny remarks to save his life. You couldn’t shut up that guy; he always had to get his two-bits worth in. Hence his name. Even his teachers forgot his real name was Keith, and we hardly remembered he had one. Life was one big joke to Two-Bit. He was famous for shoplifting and his black-handled switchblade (which he couldn’t have acquired without his first talent), and he was always smarting off to the cops. He really couldn’t help it. Everything he said was so irresistibly funny that he just had to let the police in on it to brighten up their dull lives. (That’s the way he explained it to me.) He liked fights, blondes, and for some unfathomable reason, school. He was still a junior at eighteen and a half and he never learned anything. He just went for kicks. I liked him real well because he kept us laughing at ourselves as well as at other things. He reminded me of Will Rogers— maybe it was the grin.”

“Beer for breakfast, Two-Bit?”

"You know, Johnny, you ain't a burden like you think you are. You're real nice to have around. My sister, she likes you," he said, looking over at the younger boy. "And boy, I think mom's 'bout to up and adopt you."