Johnny sighs in surrender and sets the mug aside. He had one sip. That'll have to be the victory. He smiles faintly at Gabe's rambling, rubbing his thumb gently over his knuckles. He seems like he's starting to drift off, which is probably for the best.

"Yeah?" he says quietly, not wanting to give him anything new to think about. Let him doze off thinking about his old dog.