Milo spoke along to the song more than he sang but Sam’s voice was amazing. He wanted to find a way to hold on to it and it’s joy. He remembered how the other was when he first found him and suffering, nothing but seemingly a shell of himself to now. The service ended in time and Milo didn’t want their time together to end, he led Sam back to his room seeming unsure for a moment before he spoke, “You did very well today... I... was wondering if it’s alright with you, if you would like me to read to you books that haven’t been translated yet. Just like when... we were in that strange place.” He hesitated to call it a church and he wasn’t sure the other would want to recall such a bad time.<br/><br/>Yet the powerful angel wasn’t sure what else he could offer the man beyond someone else’s stories as he didn’t talk much about his own. Talking church business felt odd, and he didn’t want to dwell on Sam’s painful past. He also wasn’t sure he could bare to hear about Sam’s hopes and dreams because he doubted hanging around here would be part of it long term. This left him with the fantasy of other people’s stories. “If... you find my voice acceptable, I could also ask Ryan or Jared.” He offered when he didn’t feel terribly confident.