"Chemo?" Boby asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "Holy shit, Johnny. Is there anything we can do? You need us to bring you anything? You need any help looking after Sam? Anything you need, okay? You just call me. And give Daniel my best wishes."
Daniel continued to toy with Johnny's hair, his own eyes slipping shut for a moment - he would swear blindly he was just resting them, but he was almost falling asleep in truth, despite the nausea the drugs made him feel. Just being close to Johnny soothed him.