Despite the loosening of Lucifer's grip, there was still tangible tension emanating from his being, and the air around them felt charged. He didn't flinch under the black gaze, though his golden eyes widened slightly, trying to understand the emotions running through his fellow archangel.
Reaching out, he rest his free hand on Lucifer's shoulder, a gesture he'd used many times in the past with his own brother, and had received in return. It was about the only affectionate touch he'd known in Heaven. Just a simple shoulder clasp. But it had been enough.