Samuel lifted his head. "I...can we be out in the snow for a little? I haven't been outside in centuries." It made him feel pretty giddy. He was at least able to lift his legs so that Milo could put pants on him. They were so thick and comfortable. He felt warm, even though his wings were a little scrunched under the shirt. The shoes were odd, as he normally went barefoot, but he wouldn't argue them in his weakened state.<br/><br/>Sam gasped when he was lifted up into Milo's arms again. He'd been carried like this out of Hell. Sam wrapped his arms around his neck and put his face in his neck. Tears marred Milo's skin, relief pouring out of him as he clung to him and the holy energy he exuded. He was so grateful to be around him, and he was drawn to him in ways that didn't really make sense to him right now. When they got outside, he gasped and raised his head. The air was crisp, and he could feel the cool flakes on his face. Sam smiled, bright and brilliant, and lifted his face, letting them land there.<br/><br/>It was wonderful. "I always loved the snow. Even though I can't see, it's such a beautiful thing. Cold, sure, but still beautiful." He was rambling in his drugged state. When Milo stated taking a car, he blinked. "I...I've never been in a car, and Ryan told me my legs are atrophied. I won't be able to walk for awhile." He ducked his head.