Some formless protest tears out of his throat as soon as Johnny swings around to slam hands into the wall, and it ripples up to meet him. Daniel feels something in his chest wrench. The building comes alive, its architecture unfurling to swarm over Johnny like a fly encased in amber.

One hand snaps out before Daniel can rethink the action, fingers tightening around Johnny's exposed shoulder.

"No. No." The plea fractures, his desperation rooted and wild. "Johnny. Please."

He's not sure if he's addressing Johnny or the building that seems intent on devouring him whole.

Even worse, he's not sure he should be mentally separating the two.

Daniel's stomach clenches.

"Don't," he whispers, the word nearly silent but for the hiss and cut of the 't'.