Samuel kissed his cheek, feeling Milo's ears warm. His own lips quirked in a small smile and he leaned back finally. Unassuming, he went about preening his own wings once more, even though his hands were a little sore. "Demons are everything wrong wrapped up in one twisted creature. Angels are everything right and just, but no one's perfect. I know I can't go back because of my corruption, and it saddens me that Ryan can't go because of how he was born. There's so much wrong. I wish there was more forgiveness. And, well, I forgive you for hating Asmodeus." He reached out and fumbled for Milo's hand. He squeezed it. "I don't mean to ask more of you, but would you stay? At least until I fall asleep?"<br/><br/>It was perhaps too much. He just didn't want this happiness to go away. But soon Milo and he switched places and Milo was preening his wings. Sam flinched the first time, then squeezed his eyes shut. "Sorry. I can't remember when the last time was that someone has touched them. Don't stop, please." It took a couple of minutes, but then he relaxed. It felt nice. Really nice. Sam's face reddened, and his mouth went dry. He swallowed, feeling funny. His stomach fluttered and he leaned into Milo's touch. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, just that it felt really good.