Mammon would grab your shoulders gently with his first pair of arms, hands softly massaging your tense muscles. This was different, because normally Mammon would be a little pissbaby when it came to you not being prepared or ready. But now... your boss actually seemed genuinely concerned. Maybe it was because you were his personal assistant and close friend.

He stayed quiet for a long while, lips pressed tightly against each other and eyes wide in slight worry. Though he normally should've lashed out already, he didn't want to stress or scare you more than you already were. Neon green eyes focussed on you and second pair of arms going to gently hold your hands, Mammon finally spoke.

"Mate... you, uh, you okay?"

Mammon mumbled, his Australian accent not as thick with his hushed voice. He wasn't going to force an answer out of you, nor was he going to yell at you, but rather just listen. Even if he wasn't good at giving advice, he'd just sit there and listen as best he could. That was if you did want to talk.