"Yeah, I'll drink to that," mutters Johnny, taking another fry. He's eager to move on. "But it's not really any more fucked up than my life before. Just a different kind. And it's not like I had anyone like Gabe where I came from."

This isn't really a lighter subject, considering the situation. But it's also true, and important for him to acknowledge.

"I'm really fuckin lucky I met him," he murmurs.