He hesitates again, eyes flitting to Anduin's fingers covering his own, then lifts his other hand to rest the other side. His thumbs rub a restless pattern into Anduin's arms through his coat.

"The goal has always been a mutual victory, if we can manage it."

The two of them, together, here or in Azeroth -- if Wrathion can help it they will both survive. It is a much preferable outcome to anything else, and has always been his preferred option.