Samuel remembered the rules of heaven, but it wasn't the angels that had saved him. It was some manifestation of a creature that had manipulated Milo to help him. And it hadn't been angels who had kept him from falling in hell. It was his faith in God. It was his faith now. His head raised when Milo came into the bathroom and helped him up. He leaned against him, quiet as he let Milo wash him. He felt clean, more outside than in, but over all safe and relieved. Better. "Jared seemed startled about something. I feel better, but I don't know why he was nervous." He continued to let Milo rinse him off, giving a soft groan when he got to feel the towel on his skin. "This is so soft," he whispered, smiling.<br/><br/>With some of his help, Sam managed to step out of the tub and get wrapped in a towel before he slowly walked to the bedroom. "It's so nice to be able to walk," he breathed, a few years trailing free. To feel the ground beneath his feet. He flexed his toes and leaned on Milo. "I almost don't want to sleep. Maybe later I can go out in the snow more?" He sounded so hopeful. Jared came towards them with a steaming bowl of cheesy goodness. "It's good to see you walk again Samuel. I brought you some comfort foods. I made you a dish called macaroni and cheese. It's very good." He strode past them and set the bowl down. Sam drew away from Milo to test his own footing, and barely made it to the bed before he sat down heavily. "Thank you Jared," he said softly, before the other angel left them alone. Sam reached out for the bowl and smiled. "It smells good. Warm too." He used both hands to hold it for a moment, then gripped the fork and took a bite. A sound of bliss left him. "This is so good. Come sit with me?" He asked Milo, hoping he would.