Johnny snorts out a laugh at that - being turned into a duck will never not be a ridiculous possibility, regardless of how often that kind of thing seems to happen around here - and then softens again into a smile when he sees the avalanche of words from the kid who started all this. He takes the phone to skim through it a few times. It's a little embarrassing, seeing their feelings laid out like that, like Cole can just see into their hearts even better than they can.

"Man, what's his deal?" he asks, handing the phone back. "Is he like... psychic?"

Ordinarily that would scare him, but he can't find it in himself to harbor any resentment toward Cole, since without him he doesn't know when he'd have found out about what Gabe tried to do. That doesn't need to be mentioned. Johnny shifts back off Gabe to allow him to sit up, but keeps his hands close, on his shoulder, on his thigh, the back of his neck, wherever it feels natural to drift. He wants to stay close, in contact.