Johnny steps back to allow space for the wings, gazing intently at them as they become abruptly tangible. They aren't new, and yet he feels overcome to look at them, standing still and quiet for a few moments. Scout's essentially expressing what's going on internally for him. He smiles faintly as the dog wanders over to him.

Each time he sees Gabriel's wings it's like he's forgotten the last time - how immense they are, how breathtaking. He always feels smaller and meeker in their presence, but he doesn't want to act different. It's really important that he doesn't, in fact. This is a piece of Gabe, special and private, but still a natural part of him. He feels an almost uncomfortable swell of emotion in his chest, thinking about how he's being allowed not only to see, to touch, but now to care for - he shivers slightly, just once, before stepping forward with resolve and raising the brush.

He errs on the side of caution, moving the brush with slow, perhaps overly gentle strokes, just to test. He keeps an eye on Gabriel, looking for reactions, guidance, keeping quiet for now.