"Yeah." He lifts his head enough that he can smile back at Seth. "I was probably over-thinking it." He chuckles. "Johnny got me drunk and it came out. I'll have to tell him again, later. As romantic as all that slurring must've been."

He dips his head a little, looking down at his own hands, and his smile softens. "He's come a long way. I don't ask, and he doesn't say much, but I know he's been through a shitstorm. A monumental shitstorm." He huffs out a laugh. When he invited Johnny to live with him, he hadn't planned for more than helping him out, and maybe some sex once Johnny realized he wanted that. He hadn't planned for Johnny to make such an impact on him too- to help him as much as he has. "I'm just glad I can make him happy."

He plops is head back down on Seth's shoulder. "I'm getting sentimental in my old age. Better do something to fix my reputation quick. You like strip clubs?" He chuckles. "Strippers and booze for everyone."