"It's just us. Us and the dog," Johnny clarified, poking the still-sleeping fluffy puppy at the base of the bed with his foot. "You and me and Beau are the only ones in here. Unless you want me to get your brother." He didn't know what had spurred the offer. Maybe Indie had seen this happen before and would know better than Johnny how best to help? Maybe Johnny just didn't want to handle this on his own. Whatever, the offer had been made.
He frowned at the shirt beneath his hands and leaned back just a little bit. "I'm gonna get this off you, okay? Sleepin' in your clothes ain't comfortable, shoes neither." For the second time, he acted without waiting for a reaction. The torn shirt was pulled up and off with no sexual context whatsoever, just an honest intention to get something damaged away from the both of them --damaged enough already, weren't they? Emo's shoes came off next, tossed carelessly aside before Johnny curled back up beside him. Emo could bitch at him for letting Beau chew on them later.