Johnny makes a slumping gesture halfway between a nod and a shrug, sinking down to rest his elbows on his knees. He breathes out slowly.
"Drunk sounds good," he says. "Yeah, sorry I haven't... been by. When I left I just kinda wanted to stay away from everyone, and now... I'm like, easing back in, or whatever."
He picks at a loose thread from the seam of his jeans, eventually plucking it out, balling it up and rolling it idly between his fingers. He lets it drop, watches into the branches below.
"You should talk to Daniel," he says after an extended moment. It's abrupt, and uncalled for, really, but after very nearly fucking up so much with Gabe he's not going to just sit and let Seth blow this. Possibly talking to Daniel would be blowing it, but - apparently talking is what healthy people do. What are they if not comrades in climbing that ladder out of their respective pits?
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"Drunk sounds good," he says. "Yeah, sorry I haven't... been by. When I left I just kinda wanted to stay away from everyone, and now... I'm like, easing back in, or whatever."
He picks at a loose thread from the seam of his jeans, eventually plucking it out, balling it up and rolling it idly between his fingers. He lets it drop, watches into the branches below.
"You should talk to Daniel," he says after an extended moment. It's abrupt, and uncalled for, really, but after very nearly fucking up so much with Gabe he's not going to just sit and let Seth blow this. Possibly talking to Daniel would be blowing it, but - apparently talking is what healthy people do. What are they if not comrades in climbing that ladder out of their respective pits?