Gabriel smiles and nods to Johnny's answer. There's happiness in his voice when he answers, "Good."

He doesn't say much more as Johnny works his way across his wing. It's a very comforting sensation, almost meditative, to hear his own soft sighs, the brush at regular intervals pushing down across his feathers, and Scout's little pants as he follows what Johnny is doing. He doesn't feel the need to fill the silence.

A little ways in, Johnny gets the brush under a feather and a shiver runs up Gabriel's spine. It extends out into his wings automatically, feathers lifting all over until he looks more fluffy than sleek. Gabriel chuckles, knowing that the reaction has probably surprised Johnny. "You're doing fine. Great, even."