Ask Johnny

“That’s better.” she mumbled, a small smile creeping onto her face. She somehow always ended up back here, at Johnny’s. Nearly every break up and she felt a need to see him again, just for some one she knew would smile when she showed up. That was a very lonely thought, and tears stung the corners of her eyes. Fuck.

He's happy the instant she starts smiling, glad to see her old self breaking through. But her eyes are glazed and watery, so he knows it's a facade. He leans forward and touches her face softly, hesitantly. He can't speak (won't, actually, because he's just going to fuck it up if he does), so he pulls her into a hug. He's conflicted: happy she's here, sad she's sad but glad she's sad, upset with her for always putting him last, upset with himself for putting up with her and just downright confused.

“Wow, really, that’s the only reason. Thanks.” she mumbled, along with another roll of her eyes. She knew he was a total asshole, but even the idea that not even Johnny wanted her any more made the little grey clouds ever more present. Well, that was great for her self esteem. But if he was after her, she’d just get annoyed any way. The thing with being friends with Johnny was that the state hardly existed.

He sighs, knowing what he did wrong, but really not wanting to admit it. With a clench of his jaw, he says, "C'mon, Darce. You know I'll always be into you. No matter how disastrous it'll end up."

Oh dear god. Stormy expression fixed, she looked over at him, avoiding glancing down at all costs. “We just broke it off, that shit’s too dangerous to be trying to have a relationship in. Haven’t seen him since. What of it?”

His eyebrows raise and he shifts feet a little awkwardly. "Nothing of it. Just wanted to know for certain that Mr. Bow-Legs is on the market," he tells her because no way is he thinking of the other repercussion of the break-up.

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