Johnny cracks up at the imitation and the mental image, doubling over slightly as they walk. "God, of course he did, what a fucking asshole!" He pushes his hand through his hair, straightening back up. He hasn't laughed this much - like really laughed - in a long damn time. Feels good. "And he just thinks the whole thing is like a, an arcade game or something. Jesus."

And then, just like that, the laugther stops. It's like they're talking about a friend who's died. He feels sick to his stomach at the thought of it.

He almost wants to ask. Could Gabe die from something like that? Can anything kill Gabe? But no, fuck that, fuck giving life to that kind of supposition by speaking it.

"I miss him," he admits instead. Daine was so... bitter about it, and the TARDIS so beyond his level, approaching the situation so differently... it's a relief, in a sad way, to find someone else who's just... lost, confused, fucked up about it.