Johnny was sitting down in the freight car with Ponyboy's head on his lap. He was still having trouble actually believing the night's events. It seemed like years ago he had talked back to Dally. With the boy, he shuddered to think about it. The blood, the final breath of that boy, kid really, that he himself had caused. He could still feel the blood on his hand even though it wasn't really there anymore.
He had thought of Dallas immediately, he would always know what to do. He had, he gave them money and a plan. Dallas had handed him a gun and with it a trust in his ability to take care of himself, and of Pony who Johnny had unwitting dragged into this. Just as he thought this he felt Ponyboy start to stir.
"Hmm…where am I?" Pony asked, confused in his sleepy state. Johnny felt a tug at his heart strings. It was his fault Pony was here instead of in his warm bed at home. He figured he would give the kid as comfortable night sleep as possible.
"You're at home silly, where else would you be?" Johnny said soothingly. Even as the words left his mouth he could see the kid going back to sleep. Johnny knew that he probably wouldn't even remember this conversation come morning. He hoped that at least Pony would get to see his family. The kid was kind and smart and deserved that. He had a family that cared about him. All Johnny really had was Dally and he was comforted in the fact that Dally would be coming to get them soon. With that knowledge Johnny was able to relax and wait out the stop at Windrixville as cool as any of the other boys in the gang had ever been.