Moving in like an overbearing mother trying to console her young Luke came over to caress Sam, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He said in a sweet voice even as his eyes glanced up hard at Milo willing to tell him that it was HIS fault that this was all happening. He could tell that Sam liked Milo better, was drawn to the angel... where once before he needed him for this plan he was growing more and more tired of Sam’s attention being torn like this and how could be compete with this... PURITY, even the word made him a little squeamish as he stroked Sam. “Anything for you, I promise.” there was something in the way those words were said that settled a sinking feeling inside Milo that this might be the last alone time that he got with the healing angel.<br/><br/>He hadn’t been too far off the mark as they did spend some time together, Milo being relatively closed off and silent as Luke tried to dazzle Sam with all sorts of trinkets and bits. Even bringing him a book in brail for him to be able to enjoy. He was doting and thoughtful but Milo got more and more of the sense of wrongness and then he started to feel... ill. He didn’t know what the fucker did to him but he knew he had to get up, “I’m sorry, I just need a moment.” He needed to step out and get away from Luke, from whatever he was doing to him that was making his skin crawl and his stomach churn in the worst way. Luke just smiled sweetly like This was all part of the plan, and it was. Especially when Milo ended up in a room he hadn’t seen before, bound and unable to leave. It was time to stop fucking around and he knew it.