"I'm not human-sick, I'm rift sick. You don't know if anything'll help." Still mostly horizontal, Gabriel looks up at the soup with a frown, then slowly makes his way upright, losing his grip on Johnny's shirt along the way. Once he's sitting up, he grabs for the tea from the coffee table instead of the soup.

"Johnny can eat his soup. I'm having this." He still has yet to actually drink any of it, but he's taking baby steps here. The important bit is getting Johnny to sit down next to him so that he can lean against him while he thinks about drinking the tea.