The remark had been one that Milo had expected. He had tried to weave hints of his own observations of the place the best he could without Luke noticing but he rarely left them alone for a moment. Even now Milo half expected him to stride in and turn on him but he was ‘dealing with something’. Milo was hoping it was the latest casting he had tried to put on the place to escape and that Luke had to scrap it off the floor to hide it. He would have cringed at the following question about him leaving. He wasn’t the first one to be accused to being cold and too service oriented with a lack of feeling. Heck, Sam couldn’t even see with his eyes and he could probably tell his emotional detachment and how his face lacked expression. “I don’t know about the church. It’s not familiar.” He said short and quiet in his replies leaned forward as if he was praying still.<br/><br/>“I think... you need me here.” He admitted not exactly ready to send the other into a full blown panic attack of being trapped again after all they went through. “Better question might be, why haven’t I been thrown out yet?” It was a wonder for him considering he had seen the state that Luke wound himself up into when it came to Sam and he was nothing but a barrier between them. He doubted the fallen was strong enough to off him, or to trap him for long but he had started to make his life harder in various trials and small ways dangling Sam’s well being to make him obey. Milo had gritted his teeth and played along for the time being but he was also keeping his eyes sharp and open for any weaknesses. He didn’t mean to make it seem like he wanted to leave the angel behind so bad, it was more a desire to find the exit and hold the door open for the both of them so they could both be free, truly free and not like this.