He smiled again, hearing the teasing in Milo's tone. It was nice to have a casual conversation instead of the tension they'd endured with Luke. It was refreshing, and he let out another soft giggle. It was a little embarrassing, how open he was being to the other, but the drugs had left him in a relaxed state for now. "Ryan is who he is. It's not like he chose it. At least, he really didn't seem to have chosen that. He's so nice." When Milo pulled him out of the cab and into his arms, he settled against his shoulder. He could feel the purity coming off the church, and it filled him with nerves.<br/><br/>"Wait...What if...what if I can't enter?" he breathed. He couldn't have a full-blown panic thanks to the xanax, but he was still a little nervous. He looked up towards his face once more. "I would really appreciate it if you could take care of me. I trust you, and I want you to take care of me. I just don't want to be a burden." They'd have to purify him more, and he wasn't looking forward to that, but with the angels there, half or cast out alike, he believed he'd be safe from anything and everything. His hand was on his face, and that was when he noticed it. There was no movement, no smile despite Milo's words. He drew his hand back, confused. "Is there something wrong? Or did something happen to your face? Did Luke hurt you?"