Oh gross. Johnny winces and cringes away, though by the time he completes the movement Gabe has already cheshire-catted his way up the tree. Johnny scowls up at him.

"Yeah, decidedly not like that," he says. "Different kind of love. The weird, gay kind."

He passes a hand over his face. This version of Gabe is pretty insufferable. "Nevermind," he grunts. "I don't think you can understand it right now."