Johnny was more than ready in every which way. He wasn't thinking emotionally here. That, most likely, would evolve during or after their shared closeness. What he needed was release. He was tense in a way that he didn't want to think about the reasons why.

Today had left him numb, hurt, and he wanted it to go away in the arms of one person that on a certain level, knew him better than anyone else. Even twenty years into the future.

He knocked soundly on the door. Three rasps of his knuckles before he tucked his hands into his pockets.