Yves was glad that his words were the right ones, just because he knew every word that had been written in his world, it didn't mean he knew how to use them correctly. Even if he had been on Earth longer than the other angels in his world, there were still times he'd put his foot in it and act a little awkward.
When Necrosis leaned on him, Yves couldn't help but smile slightly, looking over at him. He yearned to touch the tattered wings, make him feel better.
"Can I?" he asked, his hand inching closer to Necrosis's wing, his fingertip brushing very gently against the wing, testing the waters. He wanted to be there for him, and it didn't matter that Necrosis didn't have any of his family here, Yves didn't mind acting like an older brother towards the wayward angel, they all needed to stick together and Yves wanted to make sure he was alright.