There was a concern in the back of Milo’s mind that preening the feathers would make more black ones appear. Akin to the myth of plucking one white hair makes three grow back in its place. Of course, none that was proven fact but the worry was there and yet he wouldn’t turn the other down for anything he wanted. His fingers weren’t as practiced as there weren’t many he would do this for. Maybe the little ones in heaven from time to time but this was supposed to be considered a bonding experience and few felt they could bond with him. ‘Unreadable’ was often a trait he got now even as he recalled the gentle way his own mentor would handle his brand new wings. Telling him he is going to be doing amazing things with them.<br/><br/>He worked his fingers through it as he wondered if there was anything he could do for that other. It had escaped his notice how Sam reddened under his touch as he stayed behind him, “Let me know when you get too tired. We don’t have to do everything at once.” He added thoughtfully figuring the other had no little joy it was like a kid excited about Christmas gifts and too wound up to sleep.