He could wait in that car all day and through the night if he had to, if that was what Johnny needed to bury the past in his mind the way it had been laid to rest here. The driver's seat was kicked back and Emo had his eyes closed - not watching Johnny. It was difficult not to jerk the seat back upright and lean against the steering wheel and just stare at him as he paced down row after row of grave-marker. But he didn't need to stare to feel him. He could close his eyes and almost see him as he moved, just feeling the ebb and flow of his emotions as he passed from one stone to the next, one name after another. If he listened very carefully he could hear past the sound of wind whipping past the car and the scratch of bare tree branches to hear each name as Johnny's lips formed around it. He counted them each as he heard them, numbers mounting as his skin grew colder and his eyes grew darker beneath closed lids.
Then they stopped, the quiet mantra of the names of the dead ceased, the prayers ended and there was a chilled silence that settled over everything. Emo opened his eyes and stared at the roof of the car, watching the cold fog of his breath as he slowly exhaled. It had been warm in the car, at some point, but is skin was so chilled that he had no idea when it grew cold in there. He glanced out the front window to catch Johnny making his way back through the rows of stones towards the car, slowly, still lost in the thoughts of where he was and the memories that haunted this place.
The door unlocked and Emo shoved it open, returning the seat upright as he grabbed his jacket and got out. It was time, now, he had been silent on the sidelines for long enough and now was the moment where Johnny needed him. Locking the car behind him, skin so pale that it was almost translucent along his forearms and wrists, he made his way reverently through the cemetery to meet his boyfriend in the center. And there he stood, silent, for a long moment as he glanced around him.
"This is it," he finally murmured, voice soft with some solemn darkness to it. "This is your past." Hands slid back into his coat pockets and he looked around, dark eyes scanning over the headstones. For once, he wasn't sure if he had the right things to say or really even anything to say at all. It seemed like words were meaningless and obsolete when they stood here, surrounded by Johnny's fallen brothers-in-arms. Emo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling a bit of fog and turned his gaze back to his boyfriend. "This place is like a memory in itself. Yours aren't the only steps that wander up and down these rows of stones. It will never be forgotten - not as long as these stones mark the graves and that flag flies above them. But it is your past," he said, turning back towards Johnny and reaching out his hand for the other man, "and your future is with me, our daughter and our family. Everything that happened here happened to make you into the man I love more than anything else and for that, I could never hate this place. I can hate the idea of you suffering - and I do, I always will, but I thank whatever power is larger than you and I that it made you everything you are now."