Samuel enjoyed the cleaning. It had been the first time he'd felt clean, truly clean, in forever. He completely trusted Luke as he washed him from head to toe, until he was nearly squeaky clean. In that time he sensed that there wasn't so much evil inside Luke as there was a hollowness, a dead feeling that ached to be filled. It drew him to Luke. "Thank you," he mumbled, half asleep in the tub. "I'm not sure I'll stop worrying until I'm purged of all this evil inside," he whispered, giving a sad smile to him. He did pray a little, silently. He hadn't prayed out loud in so long, and right now he was too tired. That and his legs were still broken, so kneeling was out of the question.<br/><br/>When Milo came in, he sighed in relief, soothed by Milo's presence a bit more than Luke's. But they were equally filling him with such peace. He didn't know where Milo was, so he didn't try looking for him. His eyes fluttered closed, soothed. "Can I be held? Please?" he whispered, voice quiet and shy, almost bashful. "I don't want to be alone right now. I...just want to be safe." He didn't want to say it out loud but he'd prefer Milo to Luke in that, but he wondered if they could both hold him. There was nothing remotely sexual about the suggestion, just a need to be soothed and keep the nightmares at bay. They'd likely have to work together anyway to dry him off and get him into clothes.<br/><br/>"Oh dear...I haven't been in clothes in years," he breathed, wondering if his skin was too sensitive to wear them. "And, well, I...can I sleep before I take more holy water, please?" He was so tired.