Angel giggles, softly as she ever does when he touches her, not just because it tickles when she still finds it so strange to be touched, but that this happiness that pours out of her must go somewhere, she simply cannot hold it inside of herself by her sheer will. That he finds her worthy out of all the world to be the one to touch this way.

"I couldn't do that. You look so peaceful when you sleep. Who am I to disturb beautiful things in the universe?"