They had wasted so much time. Time they would never be able to get back. On the plus side though, it meant Johnny hadn't had to witness Daniel at some of his lowest points. His mental breakdown after Johnny left. Or his depression after his diagnosis. Watching his body grow frail and weak and his beautiful hair fall out. The days after chemo where he felt too sick to move. Yeah, there were some things he was glad Johnny hadn't seen.
He took a small sip of his drink, before coughing more, he brought his hand to his mouth and pulled it away bloody. He took another few small sips as the coughing fit finally eased and shifted to lie down. "Thanks," he croaked, voice hoarse from coughing.