[ And Amos is right there to accommodate Atsumu wrapping his hands around his neck, dipping his head forward at the motion. He hoists Atsumu up that little bit higher, now confident in his hold. He's still heavy, yeah, but between his enhanced strength and the growing confidence coming from the fact that they are very much still alive, Amos is handling it.

(Maybe one day Atsumu can gracelessly carry Amos, too.)

He grunts when Atsumu's grip around him tightens, stopping his descent to adjust, but hey! He's getting good at hovering in place, turns out! It's a good thing that the wings that just sprouted from his back seem to know exactly what to do on their own. ]

Working on it. Sorry. [ And for what it's worth, he is genuinely apologetic. Finally. ] We'll get there, just gotta... yup, there we go.

[ As he finishes adjusting so Atsumu is now in position for the exact hold he wants, Amos resumes their descent — much smoother now, if still a little cautious. But since they're firmly out of danger in his mind's eye, and that poor spider is going to have to find another meal elsewhere, he's got the time to beam down at Atsumu. ]

Think I'm doing alright for my first time flying, huh?

[ What a world that this is even possible, but sure, why not! ]