Johan was sitting on his balcony, staring up at the moon while drinking his third glass of wine. His bruise had long since faded, and he was quietly coming to terms with the fact that he wouldn't have his Werner with him for all that much longer. Now that terrible things had happened in London, namely the murder of Jax Panic by her lover, not to mention Quinn's assault and resulting brain damage and it's effect on Quinn, Johan realised how lucky he was. He got warning. He knew what was coming, and when it finally happened, it wouldn't be a horrible shock that jarred his system and shook his faith. He was going to miss his Werner terribly. But he was thankful that they had time to say goodbye.
( Living )