Mitchell sighed, his hands settling on Hermes' back, lightly stroking. He wasn't very good at staying still, or not fidgeting, especially when he was nervous, and worried.
He knew that Samandriel was devoted to him, was grateful for Mitchell being the one to rescue him, but how would he feel when he was an angel again? When he was the one to rescue himself?
"You don't need to try to reassure me," he said quietly. "No one can predict the future. I can't control how he feels, and I would never try to."