@intcrtwinc continued from here!
You shouldn’t worry about such things. Vitale knows it’s not their duty; beyond them even, to do so. They never stay long in a dimension to form full bonds. Seeing Amadeus cry is different, somehow. She doesn’t want him to be upset. They remember being loved, having a family, being cared for, but that was a really long time ago, when there wasn’t more iterations of whoever she used to be before them. What little they have to go off of is vague at best, and nightmares at worst. They know these things to be real, but they are never good at feigning humanity.
Vitale isn’t a very affectionate being-- not at first. Touch is scary; touch is often bad to her. The hand on their head makes them feel strange; first instinct makes them want to recoil, but they resist. They do not know how to help Amadeus; they just do not understand, and only have fragments of feelings long lost to time and other worlds to go off of.
She ignores the question, momentarily, to stare at him. Gears are turning-- what do other living beings do? What is something that is so universal, she can not go wrong by doing it? Humans do this to help each other, so why are they any different? Vitale gently moves forward, and puts their arms around the angel in a hug. It’s a little awkward, and much more shy-- simply because she does not know what a lot of affection is like. What family is like; friends, any of the things that seem to make humans... human.
“... You looked like you needed a hug. Candy sounds nice.” They mumble loud enough for Amadeus to hear. “Maybe some soda, too... I want root beer.”