Even in distress like this and clearly suffering the angel before him looked so beautiful. He didn’t speak to him though... he didn’t feel ready. It all felt surreal when you spent every waking moment thinking about the thing you wanted and then it got handed to you, what was one supposed to do? He had to take a breath and step back just studying the man and the restraints trying to see where the traps were since there was always traps. He knew he might not be smart enough to figure them out of himself... he needed to speak to his keep directly. The 2nd house demon, what was his name again? Oh he would have to find out... maybe he could offer him what he really wants but find a way to Shepard the other away for himself. He ran his hand through the others hair in the most tender touch but he turned away from him.<br/><br/>Stepping away he knew sometimes a wound needed to be hurt more and cleansed before it could be healed, he also would have Sam any way that he was able to get him... fallen or not he needed him, he could feel it in his soul, or whatever was left of it. Just being near the other was comforting like all was right even if he needed to get closer, feel himself inside the other be as close as the two of them could be but right just breathing the same air was enough. His eyes studied the other looking as hollow as they ever did but filled with new resolve, he would find a way to get those demons to hand him over and hide him away... he just needed to make sure the demons were going to be well occupied and the only way to do that was to call upon those higher powers that cast him down here. If they perished in trying to bicker with each other, he didn’t care... as it was painful to even step away from Samual knowing he would be back.