The other thing that Sam would observe was that Milo didn’t laugh either. Not that he couldn’t but he always found it sounded terrible and deadpan when he tried without the muscles to try for the smile too. Anytime he had to the other would smother or suppress it, even if Milo knew it gave him a bit of a dreary demeanor. Who wanted to be around someone who couldn’t even laugh freely? He wanted to chuckle and smile on the adorably naive way the other ask, “Good good church of the Lord has singing. We have a full choir too... Sunday is their big day and they perform both classic and modern songs and hymns. They are really quite good.”<br/><br/>He wasn’t one to brag but from his knowledge the group had one a few competitions nationally which wasn’t terribly important to the angel, just that people tried their best to bring the affection and voice into God’s house. “You can certainly sit with me. I hope you feel comfortable to do so at any time... you know there is no part of this church that’s off limits to you.” Milo wanted the angel to feel welcome and to feel like maybe this could be his home too, especially since he was less sure about being able to re-enter heaven. “You are healing very well.” He could see the determination in Sam’s expression every night when he bathed in the holy water, and the comment made him reach out to run a finger along a few white feathers that looks so fresh and healthy.