he had his own unique way of being there for the people he loved - never one to be some kind of emotional support beam because he simply lacked the ability to do so. so, while micah was stopping by, taking a break from sitting beside his daughter who was in the nicu, part of johnny still had a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that his nephew was a literal father. and then, something came to his mind that certainly would cheer the male up. "hey, look at the bright side." he said with a purse of his lips, reaching over to grab the bottle of scotch as he refilled micah's glass. "at least you could be called a dilf now. chicks dig that shit."