Gabriel smiles and lifts his hand to his hair, settling it back into place from Johnny's mussing. He hadn't quite realized that he'd specified that he wanted to go back to that particular table until Johnny had pointed it out. Nevertheless, it's true. He's sentimental for the first place that Johnny kissed him.

Johnny brushes the back of both wings, and by the time he's come around to the front, Gabriel is so relaxed he feels like he could fall asleep. His shoulders are rounded and his eyes closed, focusing on Johnny's soft repetitive motions.

He doesn't notice at all when the brush dislodges a meter long feather from his wing.