Mitchell shouldn't be so affected by that simple touch, but he was feeling sorry for himself, and so turned in the circle of Hermes' arms to rest his chin on the top of the fae's head.
"It's fine," he protested, but that didn't stop him from taking the comfort offered. "I just need to accept that I won't be enough for him. I can't give him all he wants, or needs." He sighed. "But I knew that already." Samandriel would be enough for him--always would be--but that didn't mean it was mutual. Especially once he was an angel again.