It's not been beta'd so I do apologise for any grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes.
Johnny had been in and out of sleep since closing his eyes. This time around though they were both much warmer, he could tell with Pony because he was warm against him, and the shivering had not returned for either of them. Once or twice Johnny had woken up with a dead arm from Ponyboy's head leaning hard against his shoulder. It didn't matter though, he fell straight to sleep again soon after he had realised it.
It was a couple of hours later that Ponyboy woke him up again. This time he was talking.
"Johnny?" There was a soft yawn and then he continued. "Are you awake?" He asked and Johnny felt him lift his head away from his shoulder, he didn't move any further though. Even though Johnny had his eyes closed he could feel Pony watching him.
"Yeah, I'm awake." Johnny replied quieter than what Pony had been. Then as a delayed reaction he too yawned, he opened his eyes and turned his head. Still resting it against the wall behind him, he watched Pony for a moment waiting for him to continue. He could just about make out his expression because it was still pretty dark. It must've been late at night.
"I feel better now. After cryin'." Pony said quietly this time. Johnny gave him a gentle smile and nodded his head once to confirm he understood, and that he too felt the same.
"We're all cried out now. I think… well for me anyway, I'm gettin' used to the idea of it." Johnny admitted to him. Pony just smiled.
"I thought the exact same thing. I'd rather not be in the situation but I'm sure glad I'm here with you." Pony said. "At least I can cry in front of you." Pony added with a soft laugh. Johnny laughed too.
"Nothing wrong with cryin' Ponyboy. It always makes me feel better after a good cry." Johnny said to him. He was still looking at him, and Pony's expression changed. Soft and serious.
"Can I ask you something, Johnny?"
"Sure." Johnny returned, he couldn't read the look on Pony's face now, and he had to shift his gaze else he was going to blush. For what reason, he didn't know.
"Before here. Before everything that has happened. Did you cry often? At home I mean… Like when somethin' happened." Pony seemed to struggle getting it out. Like he wanted to ask but he was scared. And Johnny smiled gently. Letting him know it was okay.
"Like you wouldn't believe." Johnny said to him. "Do you remember that time my father broke my arm?" he asked Pony, and he nodded. "I came back from the hospital and went straight to your house. Must've been close to four in the mornin'." Johnny had closed his eyes now. "The moment he broke my arm, to the moment I left the hospital. I didn't cry once. Sure, I was in pain. But it wasn't worth cryin' over." Johnny continued and he felt Pony slide his arm around his waist, his head back on Johnny's shoulder. Holding him. "Your Mom was the first face I saw that morning. There were no words exchanged. All she did was hug me. I couldn't stop bawling." Johnny said laughing softly not out of it being funny, but it just fit.
"My Mom loved you, Johnny." Pony whispered to him.
"I loved her too." Johnny said. "And I felt it too. I felt that love from her. I'd never felt a mother's love like it. In fact, it was the first love I ever felt." Johnny finished and sighed. "
"We all love you." Pony had picked his head up, and Johnny looked at him. "I love you. Nothing will take that away. I'm not going anywhere. I promise you." Pony told him and Johnny believed it.
"Thank you." It meant absolutely everything to him. "Y'know what I wish?" Johnny questioned him.
"Hm?"
"That the roof was made of glass." Johnny told him, and Pony chuckled softly, he could feel him. Pony shifted, unwrapped himself from Johnny and got to his feet, a rush of cold air hit Johnny almost the instant he left.
"Gimme a moment." Pony said and before Johnny could question what he was doing he had gone. He couldn't see him in the dark now. Only hear him moving around and tearing something up. Then he heard the door. "Johnny. Come here. Bring the blanket."
Johnny stood, the blanket was draped around him. Crossing the church to the door he met Pony. "What were you doing?" Johnny asked him and Pony pointed towards the top step by the front door. He had opened up the box which Johnny had carried the supplies back in and placed it on the floor. Then he realised why. The blanket dropped off his shoulder when he looked up at the open sky. The sky was clear, the moon shone brightly and the stars twinkled. It looked beautiful. Johnny had been distracted and had not noticed when Pony sat down on the box. The door was closed and the archway offered some protection from the night breeze.
"Johnny." Pony called to him. And Johnny turned to see Pony leaning against the beginning of the archway. He had his knees up and he tapped the cardboard in front of him. Johnny smiled and made his way over to him. Sitting down in front of him with his back to him, he scooted back in between Pony's legs. Pony's legs slid down either side of Johnny and Johnny pulled the blanket with him, his head now resting on Pony's chest. Pony grabbed the blanket and adjusted it so that they were both completely covered, Pony had Johnny's jacket thrown over his own shoulders to keep the cold stone off him. "Comfy?" Pony asked and Johnny nodded his head.
Where they sat they could see a large portion of the night sky. It was breathtaking. "Thank you, Ponyboy." Johnny said for a second time tonight. Pony had his arms resting around Johnny comfortably. He responded by circling his thumb on Johnny's chest. It felt really nice.
"Just go back to sleep. I'm sorry for waking you."
Johnny mumbled something back and found himself drifting off easily again. The last thing he remembered was feeling Pony kissing the top of his head. He was sure of it. Or had he started dreaming already?