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His confidence wilts somewhat, watching the other stand still with toes curling into the ground. He can feel the tension rolling in waves from him, and he's immediately sorry to have caused it. These thoughts are all but forgotten when Zamael speaks. He snorts the moment he hears the words damaged goods, rolling his eyes and shaking his head just slightly.
His paw lifts to touch his muzzle briefly, the other side of his mouth curling up a little wryly. I'm damaged, too. But his gaze is still soft; he's not unaware of the hurt beneath Zamael's words, and he regrets being the trigger. He moves closer again, gentle this time when he offers a more platonic, reassuring touch to the man's shoulder. It's brief, and then he steps away slightly, hoping his message is clear: I understand.