Gabriel's fingers dig into the fabric of Johnny's shirt and grip tightly as he starts begging with him. He doesn't want to save the man, and every instinct in his body tells him to leave him, but he knows that he shouldn't. There's every reason for him to have not done what he did. And yet, he still did. Because Johnny was hurt. Because the man deserves this punishment.

He nods, half nuzzling into Johnny. He feels Johnny's hands grip him, urging him to move, but he feels dazed somehow, slightly detached from the situation. This should be over now, he just wants to be with Johnny, but it's not over.

He nods again. "Okay."

He doesn't have long before the lack of blood pumping to the man's brain will start having serious effects, so he pushes himself up from Johnny's side. With two fingers to the man's forehead, the heart is replaced and enough of his injuries healed that he can walk away from this. Gabriel doesn't speak. He feels tired, though he's not sure if it's from the use of his powers or just the toll of seeing Johnny nearly dead. Lucifer would call him weak, he thinks, and maybe that's true.

The man stands on shaky feet and stumbles away, still clutching his chest. His wallet is lying in the alley, dislodged in the fight or when he fell back against the wall. Gabriel picks it up and slides it into his coat pocket. If he changes his mind, he'll know where to find him and, either way, he'll know his name. He sighs and rubs a hand across his forehead. It leaves a streak of blood behind.

He turns to offer Johnny a hand up and when he speaks again, he sounds exhausted. "Can we go home now?"