The Omega is still a bit confused, but the easy and calm confidence of the, no, of his Alpha is starting to soothe his badly jangled nerves. Gadreel accepts the wine, using a small sip to help him collect his thoughts. His hand slips to rest in Sam's almost without him noticing.

"Because I am not an ideal Omega." Because while he's tall he's not slender or graceful, he doesn't move with grace as much as he moves with power. Things he's heard his entire life and grown up believing. That he was inadequate.

"Because I was sent here because no Alpha in the Celestial Kingdom would have me."