Johnny nods, resting his head on Gabe. He doesn't really have a response to that. That was just - kind, encouraging. Like Gabe actually does think he's getting better, has a chance at being maybe a little normal. No one's ever...

He wraps his arms around Gabe suddenly and presses against him, kissing a line up his neck to his jaw before finding his mouth. It's weirdly avid, after all this slow gentility and holding each other, but he can't help himself, right now he just wants to make Gabe happy more than anything in the world and that's such a weird fucking feeling he doesn't know what to do with it, but he wants to hang onto it all the same.

"Thank you," he murmurs, fingers slipping into his hair.