Johnny takes the brush and stares at it for a little while, running his fingers over it. It feels like a precious object in spite of its plainness, and the fact that Gabe literally just called it into being. Johnny touches the bristles lightly with the pad of his thumb. This is all very weird.

He trails after Gabe slowly, watches him get settled, waits for the wings to appear, but they don't. He steps closer, reaches out and rests a hand on Gabriel's back, rubbing gently over one shoulder blade.

"Ready?" he says.