"Actually, a Coke would be nice. Otherwise no, I'm good. Our son brought us some lunch, so we ate. And Daniel was actually able to eat. I was so proud of him." Johnny said, taking Daniel's hand and squeezing it tightly. He let go and looked at his husband. "What kind of stories do you want to hear, sweetheart? Because it's probably going to depress you, babe."
Johnny had barely made it without Daniel. He had managed to hold it together to parent Sam. But that was with a lot of alcohol. He was definitely a functioning alcoholic. He knew Daniel didn't want to hear about his sperm donation and the random hookups. He also had hooked up with Bobby for awhile.
But that wasn't anything but friends with benefits.