Sam's heart stuttered in his chest, face pink but not so deeply flushed as it sometimes got when Milo was near him. His eyes widened at his admission, now absolutely fucking tongue-tied. He could feel Milo come closer, Sam's hand on his chest, hearing his heart beating within. Were they really going to kiss? Was it actually happening? The small gasp had him jumping slightly, and he stepped back when Milo did. He was slightly disappointed, but he could sense Ryan immediately. Along with something else. Something familiar. The blush drained out, leaving him pale.<br/><br/>"Are you okay?" Sam rushed out, coming forward towards Ryan. "He didn't hurt you did he?" Isael. The residue left on Ryan by him was like an ooze, and Sam's hand extended to touch Ryan's arm. He shuddered, but pushed his energy around Ryan, surrounding him protectively and banishing the lingering essence of the...thing that had betrayed him so many years ago. "What's going on?" Though he knew Ryan had addressed Milo, and he couldn't see what was in Ryan's hand. But he was nervous. Uneasy.