Samuel giggled. Another side-effect of the medication he'd been given. "I'd really like that." To be able to tell the difference between snow-flakes would be amazing and fun for him. Fun. God he hadn't had fun in so long. "I don't know anything about this era, do I?" he mused thoughtfully, more to himself than anything. "I don't want to put you both out." He was a little wary, a little self conscious because it was a lot. This whole thing was going to be a lot. "Ryan helped a lot. I would be a lot worse off without him. Will I see him again?"<br/><br/>The idea of having a room in a church felt him with both joy and apprehension. Could he actually enter a church? When Milo got them into a cab, he leaned against him, not wanting to be apart from him. "Maybe you could bring me books about this world? What's happened, what I should understand? That could save us both time and effort." He wasn't comfortable with the idea of having Milo wait on his every beck and call. It was so much. Samuel reached out slowly, finding Milo's face. "Regardless of anything, and everything, I cannot begin to thank you for saving my life." He leaned up and kissed Milo on the cheek, a gesture of gratitude.