Samuel felt true happiness for the first time. He didn't feel like he was about to fall apart. He ate what Milo didn't, finishing off the macaroni and cheese. It made him feel satisfied and warm. Pulling the towel off, Sam pulled his legs up so he was sitting cross legged. He fumbled and pulled a top blanket over his lap. It was more subconscious than anything. When Milo offered him something else, he took it from him and bit off a piece. "Oh, wow," he said around the small mouthful. He beamed and then chewed. "This is so good. I've never had anything like it." He reached for the tea, but the cup dropped to the floor at Milo's words. "What?" Samuel reached around, touching the feathers. They were mostly healed and were in desperate need of a pruning.<br/><br/>Scooting back on the bed, he made room so that his wings could curl around his shoulders. "I think...I think if I preen them I could get them to retract. I know it's hard for humans to see what we truly are." Unbidden, more tears pricked his eyes. "I... They're really not black? They're changing?" He stroked his own wings for the first time in centuries. Doing so had always soothed him. He didn't know that if another did it would feel so much different. "Can... Can I preen your wings if you help with mine? I just... I'd like to. I don't know if I've ever asked what yours looked like. I know they're sacred." Sam ducked his head and started to gently run his fingers through his own wings. He was always rambling around Milo.