Johnny feels a tiny tremor run through him when Eliot puts an arm around him, and he ducks his head down even more, curling up awkwardly, at his overwhelmingly kind words. He doesn't want to write anymore dirt messages, it's so clumsy and awkward and he wouldn't know what to say anyway. He just rests for a while, comforted by Eliot's closeness and warmth, and his willingness to sit there and hold him.

He ends up leaning forward to reach the dirt once more, because it feels wrong not to say anything. THANK YOU, he writes, before pulling back and curling his arm up against Eliot's chest.