"I miss him too. I miss him so fucking much." If Daniel was honest with himself then he had never properly processed Mr Miyagi's death. He hadn't let himself properly grieve. He'd just pushed all those feelings deep down inside. He wasn't good at dealing with loss. He had never really gotten over the loss of his dad, and losing Mr Miyagi who was very much like a second father to him had been hard.
The break up. The loss of Mr Miyagi. Daniel's diagnosis. There had been a lot to deal with and digest. And Daniel hadn't done a good job of any of it.
He continued to trace his fingers over Johnny's skin. "Pretty sure the nurses would draw the line at us fucking in here. It'll be something to look forward to when I'm eventually discharged."
Hospital stays, medicine that made him feel sick, and generally feeling unattractive and like shit had become a way of life for Daniel. He hadn't felt sexy or desirable ever since his hair started to fall out. Shaving it had been so hard to do.
"Sorry. This isn't what you signed up for when you married me."