Samuel felt refreshed and happier when the service ended. He stuck by Milo afterwards, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He'd done it! He wanted to celebrate, he was so happy. Sam turned to Milo to share the news, only to sense nervousness coming off of him in waves. He titled his head, and a delightful flush came over him. He gave a bashful little smile, and when Milo reiterated to get some help, he shook his head and reached out. Sam's warm hand grazed his face, those stern, unmoving features, until he could press a finger over his lips. Sam grinned wide enough to show his white teeth. "I healed someone today," he breathed, barely containing his own excitement. "I would love to spend time with you. I would love for you to read to me Milo."<br/><br/>He lowered his hand until he could grasp Milo's, then led him down the hall to his room. Yes, eventually Sam wanted his own place, but between his fear and his healing, he really didn't want to leave right now. Or anytime soon. Milo made him feel safe. "Oh. I should have let you get the book. Or books." His stomach rumbled, having gotten a little used to human food. He blushed and touched his stomach. "I guess I'm hungry too? Maybe we should read in the kitchen? Or make food and come back?" He really was coming back to himself. Bright, bubbly, full of life. Samuel blushed even harder at realizing this. "You get me so flustered," he said, his voice full of awe. Ducking his head, he went back towards the kitchen. He needed to take a few breaths. He was so happy, so relieved. Sam was healing, but he was also feeling more, and it was slightly confusing. Hoping Milo wasn't far behind, Sam careful got the ingredients together for a sandwich.