Gabriel holds Johnny's hand, but the moment he sees him wavering he lifts his spare hand to Johnny's face. When the tears come, he wipes them away.
"I know. It's okay." He knows that the intention was there, just seeing Johnny in the alley had told him that. It's hard to think when its hard to even breathe. Johnny would have called him if he could have. "I found you." His breath hitches at the thought of what would have happened if he hadn't found him.
He sits for a little while running his thumb over Johnny's cheek, then gently pulls away. They'd probably both be able to fall asleep here fully clothed, but he wants to make Johnny comfortable. He stands and carefully unties and removes Johnny's shoes, then sets them beside the bed. He's exhausted, but it feels good to be taking care of Johnny. However bad tonight was for him, for Johnny it was ten times worse.
He groans as he stands back up and sets his hand at Johnny's ankle to get his attention. "Can I change your clothes?" He squeezes his hand at his ankle. "PJs?" When he agrees, he changes him into his pajamas, and then changes himself out of his own jeans, t-shirt and jacket and into pajama pants. The man's wallet gets safely tucked away in the bedside drawer.
"Johnny-" He hesitates a moment at the edge of the bed before lying down. On his side, he leans forward until his head rests against Johnny's. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this, maybe Johnny will decide later that he's still upset with him, but he's not certain enough of that to stop himself. Right now it seems like Johnny wants him here, and he's going to accept that.
"I just want you to be safe." He's not sure if he's talking about the problem they'd had days before and they're argument or if he's just expressing the only thought that will come to mind at this moment.
Later, he won't be able to say if it's instinct or a decision that makes him do it, but in that moment his wings manifest physically, covering them both in a protective canopy.
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"I know. It's okay." He knows that the intention was there, just seeing Johnny in the alley had told him that. It's hard to think when its hard to even breathe. Johnny would have called him if he could have. "I found you." His breath hitches at the thought of what would have happened if he hadn't found him.
He sits for a little while running his thumb over Johnny's cheek, then gently pulls away. They'd probably both be able to fall asleep here fully clothed, but he wants to make Johnny comfortable. He stands and carefully unties and removes Johnny's shoes, then sets them beside the bed. He's exhausted, but it feels good to be taking care of Johnny. However bad tonight was for him, for Johnny it was ten times worse.
He groans as he stands back up and sets his hand at Johnny's ankle to get his attention. "Can I change your clothes?" He squeezes his hand at his ankle. "PJs?" When he agrees, he changes him into his pajamas, and then changes himself out of his own jeans, t-shirt and jacket and into pajama pants. The man's wallet gets safely tucked away in the bedside drawer.
"Johnny-" He hesitates a moment at the edge of the bed before lying down. On his side, he leans forward until his head rests against Johnny's. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this, maybe Johnny will decide later that he's still upset with him, but he's not certain enough of that to stop himself. Right now it seems like Johnny wants him here, and he's going to accept that.
"I just want you to be safe." He's not sure if he's talking about the problem they'd had days before and they're argument or if he's just expressing the only thought that will come to mind at this moment.
Later, he won't be able to say if it's instinct or a decision that makes him do it, but in that moment his wings manifest physically, covering them both in a protective canopy.