Rm 217, Late Sunday night

Johnny came back to his room exhausted. Exhausted from handwavily fighting, and exhausted from trying to search for Savannah. After their argument things just went downhill for him and he wondered about their relationship. He'd probably been an ass but she was damn stubborn.

Peeling off his shirt, he grabbed a beer and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching over to pet Destiny. 

He supposed Savannah would get back when she got back. And he would sit there and try not to worry.


[For the girl.]