Rm 217 Sunday evening

[fantastic_torch]

After kicking angel ass, because yes, that is what he referred it to, Johnny came back to his room to wait for Savannah. This had to work, right? She was coming back and everything was going to be fine.

Well, it would be fine after he kicked her ass. Then he would hold her forever and not let go.

It's just the way things were going to be.

He was more

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[walks_two_paths]

Wyatt had dropped her off outside of her and Johnny's and hugged her. "It'll be alright," he assured her as he orbed away to go see Isabel.

Not sure of way to do this, Savannah tapped lightly on the door before cautiously opening the door and stepping in,

"Johnny...?"

[fantastic_torch]

He turned around from where he had been looking out the window. And his heart lurched in his chest. He didn't move, not yet.

"Savannah?" The room was semi-lit; it could be Eve. He wanted to be sure.

[walks_two_paths]

She took a few more steps into the room, still not sure of what to expect, she raised her head a fraction so she could look up into his face

"Johnny... please don't hate me," finally whispered.

[fantastic_torch]

It was her. He knew it the moment she said his name. He had just been a touch apprehensive to believe it.

"God... sweetheart." He closed the gap between them in less than two seconds and pulled her into his arms. Johnny was trembling, the whole of his body trembling as he brought her close, hugging her tight against him.