The two of them spent most of the day together and Ryan was looking out for him while Sam was away. The archangel made it back safe but terribly tired from the event and feeling so tense with having all those people around. He was happy to see that Sam had a friend and wished he could offer a smile to Ryan to know he did well but he did give a pat to his shoulder before Ryan to leave for him. They would have a lot of work with Sam still catching him up on earth and all it’s quirks.<br/><br/>Milo came to his room once more in the evening. “Would you like to sit in on the Sunday service? It’s usually very moving, I tend to sit in the back and overlook our flock.” After all the flock belonged to God and every worshipper was his to protect but not his to own. The fact that he had been given this church by Father’s word did speak to the fact that there was still some faith in his even if he was growing ever worried about the seeds of doubt that had been planted in his mind. If an angel lost their faith in God they would fall, that’s just how things went and Milo knew he always played a dangerous game by questioning. Still believed in the good of things and wanting to serve good and be the force of good which he figured might be the only thing keeping his wings white and pure.