Johnny barks out an embarrassed laugh. "No," he says. This is terrible. Gabe loves it, Johnny doesn't remember when he last saw him like this, all happy and... this is terrible. He can't very well kick Digby out mid-tattoo. Digby is evidently happy to observe the interaction with nothing more than mild interest but Johnny isn't interested in seeing how far that extends.

"I... wasn't sure it was the right thing to do," he admits, turning back to Digby and the unfinished tattoo. He picks up the needle and takes a few moments to settle himself down before he goes back to work. His hands are steady, which is the thing he'd been most afraid of. His hands had never been steady enough to really do this back - well, 'home' isn't the right word anymore, but whatever it was he came from. He's so much better now, healthier, more alive, his head has even stopped hurting so much. He knows he has a lot of people to thank for that, Gabriel more than anyone, but-

Okay, no, this is not helping. Eyes on the prize, Johnny.

He keeps working, silent for several moments, letting himself fall into that comfortable pattern before he dares to speak again. "I just remembered what you said about... and I thought, I don't know." Obviously Gabe remembers the conversation. He's just babbling now.

Digby, for his invaluable part, splits his attention between watching Johnny work and eyeing the jar of honey Gabe is clutching like it's a precious object.