Samuel's unseeing eyes widened. "He can? That's so wonderful," he breathed. What a wonder to know that Ryan could go in. He was quite relieved with that bit of knowledge. Not that he considered himself better. In fact Sam was still a little worried despite Milo's reassurances. However, the mood changed to a more somber note. He stayed quiet during Milo's explanation. It felt like there was more to the story, but he wasn't going to pry. He felt like he'd already overstepped his bounds. He shifted just slightly so he could reach out once more. Sam's fingers were feather light as they traced Milo's mouth. His face furrowed in concentration. He could tell now.<br/><br/>Sam drew back his hand, only to lean up a press a chaste kiss to the dead side of his face. It was brief, and he was left blushing afterwards. "I wouldn't think any different of you even if I could see. I feel there's a much room to judge another person if they can see, and I've always felt that it's because they don't understand. I'm sorry though if I've made you uncomfortable." He smiled at him warmly. "So I think it goes without saying I accept them. I... It might sound a little hypocritical for me to say I do wish I could see the face of the man who saved my life." He ducked his head, sheepish. He was running his mouth a bit, probably because of the drugs but also because he was just so grateful to Milo. He turned his head then to the source of pure energy, resting his head back on his shoulder. "I trust you Milo."