He dutifully covers his eyes as they shift layers, though when he's not doing that he's clearly looking his fill. To someone who has never experienced anything but the abandoned city he woke up in, it's a new and novel thing.

As expected, Vivi doesn't argue - partially because there's no reason to, but also because he can hear Gabriel's breathing faltering. He wriggles out of Gabriel's grip, examining the water curiously. He keeps one hand firmly clamped around his hat as he leans over to watch its movements.

He wonders if he should ask if Gabriel's okay. He doesn't sound okay, but maybe that's just what angels are like. Even Heaven has people who get tired, it seems...though in Hell just about everyone and everything seems tired except Hell itself.

"It's nice here," he says, despite everything. "I like the rain."