The pure delight that Sam had about the snow was well worth everything and Milo was ready to chop a limb off just to he could keep giving the other what he wanted. He wanted to smile with him but his face twitched and yet there was nothing. Being cold but still beautiful was a description he felt very aptly about himself. "You know they say every snowflake is different. They crystallize in amazing patterns, I'ms sure I can show you patterns some time and let you feel them. Not that the human eye can tell the difference anyway. He admitted thoughtfully.<br/><br/>"I have heard about your legs and we will work on that. Jared, my apprentice, he setting up a place for you to stay and we will start on the physical therapy to make sure you are mobile. I don't want you to feel like you are every trapped again." He added offering the other a bit of a squeeze in his hold as he flagged down a car and managed to get them both inside. The cab was warm and the driver generally disinterested in them. The outside world was quiet outside the hum of the radio. "Well cars are a practical way to get around though they might be dangerous for you since they are everywhere and you will have to be mindful about the roads." Milo knew he was rambling but he suddenly found himself more worried than a mother hen. It was silly really and yet at the same time he found he couldn't quite stop. He could feel his ears burning with a flush that never quite reached his face.