Love and Knives (Johnny Ghost/Jimmy Casket X Reader)

A Small Conversation

  (POV: You)

  You slowly opened your eyes, they somehow managed to stick themselves together as you napped. Johnny had already woken up, you already knew this, though, because little pieces his conversation had snuck its way into your dream. "Jo -", you yawned, "Johnny? Who was that you were talking to? Toast?"
  "No, it was my mom, I had a dream and I - I..." tears began flowing from his eyes. It looked like he wasn't going to be able to finish his sentence easily.
  You put your hand on his arm and smiled at him. "It's ok, don't finish if it will hurt you. I'm here for you." Seeing him sad made you sad. He had done so much for you, and you were going to return the favor by cheering him up.
Johnny smiled through his tears. "No, it's ok, _____. I'm fine."
  "Do you want to talk about it?" you asked Johnny.
  "I don't really need to talk about it, but if you want, I guess I could tell you, if you want." Johnny replied as he set his phone on the nightstand next to him.
  "I do, I hate seeing you sad and I want to help." you responded.
  "All that happened is I found out that my father didn't leave me and my mom because of Jimmy." Johnny used the collar of his shirt to wipe away a tear that was irritating him, "He was driven insane by a ghost."
  You didn't know how to respond, that definitely wasn't what you expected. You wanted to show you cared, but you didn't want it to sound generic. "I'm really sorry, Johnny. Do you need to be alone?" You grabbed his hand and squeezed it a little. He looked at you and smiled more. Even when he was sad, he was still the most beautiful man on Earth.
  "No, I'll be fine. You probably need something. Food? Are you bored?" Johnny pushed off the blanket he had resting on his lap and got up.
  "Johnny, I could never be bored as long as I'm with you." you smiled.
  Johnny's phone buzzed violently on the nightstand next your bed. He grabbed it and answered it. "Johnny Ghost, paranormal investigator extraordinaire, speaking." You couldn't hear who was on the other side very clearly, but you were almost certain it was Johnny Toast, as the voice was very clearly British. Johnny Ghost was agreeing with whatever he was saying. You figured Toast was informing him about new business. Eventually, he hung up the phone and looked beck at you. "That was Johnny," he said, confirming your suspicions, "he says he's going to need me at 10 ish tonight for something, although he didn't specify what. Are you going to be ok?"
  "Don't worry, Johnny! I'll be able to take care of myself. I'm not a kid!" you laughed Johnny's question off.
  "But it's different now. I'm worried something bad will happen. Maybe I should drop you off at the Acachallas' house." Johnny sounded genuinely concerned.
  "Ghost boy and his concerns." You chuckled.
   Johnny rolled his eyes. He checked his watch. "It's 7, I'm going to go start making dinner. Is soup ok?"
  You knew you didn't have much of a choice. You hadn't been shopping since the accident. Soup was probably all that was in your house. "Yeah." Johnny gave you a quick kiss before he left the room and headed downstairs. You turned on the tv and watched as you waited for food.