"Well," says Johnny, looking him up and down. "You're doing a pretty bang-up job of it so far as I can tell."

This is so weird. He almost wants to laugh. There is relief, slow and growing, because Daniel's alive and he seems - fine, after a fashion, and this is as Rush said it would be, even if he said it in the shittiest way imaginable.

"Hey, listen," he says, looking up, locking eyes, enough of that avoidant shit. "I'm... I'm glad you're okay. You know, mostly."

Selfish reasons aside. Daniel deserves it.