You're not sure why you touched him. It wasn't your responsibility to save him, it wasn't and it never will. But Angel is almost too hard to resist. Red, shiny, locks that tousle down his back. His way of showing affection. And if Angel was honest himself, he's also grown attached to you.

His face flashes with anger as soon as you push him out of the way. fluttering his wings, taken aback. He wants to scream at you for being stupid, but he can't. After the fight is finished, a job well done, you almost offer Angel your hand again, not to save him, but just to feel him.

"..don't give me your hand like that." He bats it away in the air. You don't see him express emotion normally, but he clenches his teeth and seethes, furrowing his brows.