The pattern was building between them as Milo tried to search for escape from this illusion. At first he didn’t want to alarm Sam especially as the other fallen grew more and more hostile to him. If he could hiss at him and get away with it he would have but there had already been an occasion where he had lashed out and hit Milo for attempting to move or touch Sam in his sleep trying to help but Luke grew ever protective. He started sealing Milo in another part of the church. The first time he had done it Milo had tried the door for what felt like hours and in the time Luke had coaxed the fallen into all sorts of things the angel might not have agreed with. Offering the other kisses for comfort and using his hands to try and ‘ease’ the others tension.<br/><br/>Yet Luke knew he couldn’t get away with keeping the other away as Sam still longed for his purity. It was on one of the releases where Milo finally felt like something had to be said and he found himself sitting in one of the pews with Sam offering to pray together. Luke didn’t pray, and that fact alone bothered Milo but he made sure the fallen was busy elsewhere before he spoke. “Haven’t you noticed something.... odd about this place?” He asked under his breath having to barely voice himself in the silence that the church offered and still not sure how far Luke’s power over the illusion stretched. He still didn’t understand the fallen or why he looked so much like Sam with every healing injury looking more like a mirror than a twin ever could.