*thankfully, he's not as heavy as, say, Agni. Another sound, not expecting this... but not about to fight it off. He leans into it, eyes still tightly shut, and moves his head to bury the side of it against Abel. He's being careful; Abel's not going to get speared on that long, sharp-tipped horn from his forehead... or cut with that smaller knifelike one on his nose that's now more obvious at that angle, either.*

*So, inexperienced failpony is very inexperienced still... and trying to remember how to change back. Maybe that'll be easier once he calms down.*