Trying to explain their relationship was ridiculous and arguably pointless. Words like brother or lover were lies; words like partner seemed inadequate, though she'd heard Johnny refer to her as his 'nonsexual life partner'. They were more like soulmates than anything else, Johnny her anchor and her compass, the one person she could always rely on, the person Dutch loved and cared about more than anyone else in the universe; there wasn’t a word in any language she'd come across that came close to encompassing what they were to each other.