#Some soft Silvedyne for this fine morning

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V bringing Johnny back was an adjustment. Kerry couldn’t tell if it was good or bad but he still couldn’t believe the man would just be.. sitting on couch when he got home. Every time he went to sit in V’s booth, Johnny was there and waiting. He was everywhere and Kerry didn’t know how to feel about it.

He knew that V knew that he was still adjusting to this ‘New Johnny’ as he called it. And like always was patient with him. Johnny was patient too, there were still many unresolved issues between the old friends. Just as he was getting over him and starting his new life with V, he walked into a dark Villa and a very bloody Vax and Johny on his floor, Johnny shaking and the two holding onto each other like they were trying to merge again.

There was lots of quiet after that. Johnny trying to get used to his new form and both of them getting used to being apart. And the only person allowed within five feet of them was Kerry. They barely allowed Vik at first, Kerry having to coax them into allowing someone else in their bubble.

Johnny hadn’t said a word since he had gotten back, but he watched. Kerry couldn’t move without feeling dark eyes on him at all times. V slept a lot, his body trying to catch up on all the rest he had missed and getting used to the new chip that was rebuilding his brain. And Kerry could only sit by and watch, feeling helpless.. and a bit jealous. But he didn’t tell them that. He just didn’t want Johnny taking away the last good thing he had.

Kerry had a meeting to go too, and V had told him to wake him before he left but he couldn’t. He looked so peaceful. Johnny was rested on top of him, as always, and Nibbles curled up at their feet. If it were under different circumstances, Kerry probably would have found it cute. But the pit in his gut grew as he got closer to kiss V goodbye.

It was light enough to not wake his lover, but a hand weakly gripped his wrist and he looked down to see Johnny looking up at him. Kerry crouched down, seeing what he could need in that moment. Johnny had never looked so.. gentle before.

“Muse..” he forced out after a moment of struggling and the nickname felt like a slap to the face. He hadn’t heard it from Johnny in so long. “Stay.” He was struggling to speak and Kerry could see the flash of irritation on his part to find words.

“I gotta go, I have a meeting.” Kerry checked the time, and Johnny tried to tighten his grip. “Come back.. my muse.” He whispered, and Kerry’s heart exploded. He had never, ever called Kerry his in such a way. It had always been ‘Muse’ or ‘Archangel.’ Never ‘My Muse.’ It had been Kerry’s dream once upon a time for Johnny to call him that, and honestly he only ever got archangel when Johnny was drunk and in his feelings.

“I’ll come back. I’m not leaving you two like this.” He said softly, looking up when V shifted a bit but fell stayed asleep. He really didn’t want to wake him up, or at least would like it if he moved them to his bed. The couch could not be comfortable like this.

“Promise?” Johnny whispered, not letting go of his wrist. But on his state, if Kerry really wanted too, he could shake Johnny off.

“Promise. I’ll be back in three hours.” He gave Johnny an exact time, just like he used to do for his kids when they were still around. Johnny nodded, using most of his strength to pull Kerry’s hand up and kiss his ring finger before his hand went limp against V’s stomach again.

“Sleep J.. I’ll be back when you wake up.”