How can he still be smiling. It probably looks strange, but he doesn't really care. Johnny is babbling and it's adorable and perfect. He twists the jar around in his hands, then finds his way to sit on the edge of Johnny's uncharacteristically tidy bed, where he's in view of both Johnny and Digby.

"No, it was good. I really-" He ducks his head down for a moment, feeling ridiculous. He can't explain it all now. He's not even sure that he can explain why it's such a big deal to him. "It was the right thing to do. It's good." He could set the jar aside, but he doesn't. He likes holding it.

He clears his throat and lifts his head again, this time trying to focus in on what's happening now instead of whatever this is happening inside his chest. He takes a breath. Digby? Digby. Tattoo. His eyes stay on Johnny for the moment. "What are you working on?"