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He might’ve complained about it before, but as Saturday progressed, Johnny appreciated June’s overzealous scheduling more and more. It kept him too busy to think about what was to come tonight, and if each glimpse of the deepening bruise on Ryan’s face sent a pang of regret through him, he had a few hundred smiling fans to distract him further. He shook hands and chatted during the autograph session, shook hands and smiled during the photograph hour, then shook hands and deflected personal questions when June surprised him with a private meeting for all the con workers.
Still, it was a relief when the banquet came to an end. Ryan hustled him out of the room while June made the announcements about the screening.
In the elevator, he shoved his hands into his pockets to keep from reaching for Ryan, though he lounged against the mirror to watch him. It felt like hours since he’d had the freedom just to look. “Are you nervous?”