(OOC: Your Johnny is baller, btw. You can swipe icons from my Johnny journal if you needs, the still_badass.)
Sam leaned into Miguel, not surprised to see Daniel take the mug back to take a sip. She had also noticed that he'd slipped closer to Johnny. Who were they kidding? Everyone knew about them. "Thanks, Johnny. And Mom and I aren't really speaking since she cheated on Dad with Anoush." She brushed a hand through her long brown hair, Miguel had wrapped both arms around her.
"I can't talk to her. She cheated on Dad. He would never do that to her. It's been a few months now." She didn't know how Amanda was living with herself. Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. She was in so much pain, and now everyone knew. That was better. Less pretending she was okay.
Daniel looked at Johnny. "Sam's not really that religious, so that doesn't particularly help. But good that you still talk to Bobby." He said, his eyes on Johnny's lips. He really wanted to kiss him. It was a really bad fucking time to be thinking of it, but he still wanted to. His hand reached out under the table, and laid his hand on Johnny's leg.