"You won't fuck us up, John. I love you, and that's not going to change. You could do so much better than me, and yet you choose to be with me." Daniel sipped his coffee, taking one of Johnny's handa in his own. "I know living with you is what I want. We could have had this thirty years ago. I just wish I'd spoken up back then that I liked you."
Daniel kissed him again, squeezing Johnny's fingers. "Move in with me, John. I promise, everything will be fine."