"Hey." Johnny taps his shoulder. "It's gonna be okay."

He has no idea what's caused Seth's sudden downturn in mood, but it doesn't matter: the aggressive promise that things will be okay is necessary both for Seth and for himself, as far as he's concerned.

He takes the scotch, considers it for a moment, then drinks.

"He'll come back," he says, nestling the bottle back in the crook of Seth's elbow. "He has to come back. He wouldn't leave us."