It didn’t take Ryan as long as he expected to get things done and hear to the church. Actually he still caught sight of Sam outside delighted by the snow and the snowfall. It made him grin to see the injured angel looking so in awe with the world. He had so many things he wanted to show him still. It always brought Ryan such joy to give other people attention and healing and watching them thrive. He would have made a great teacher as well with his neurturing nature. “Sam!” He shouted from the gate as he walked into the backyard with a wide grin even if the other couldn’t see it. Rushing over there he actually joined him in the showy coverings. “Come lay down! We should make a snow angel..” He laughed at the idea.<br/><br/>“It’s simple, just lay on the ground and spread yours arms and legs back and forth on the ground wide. It’s fun!” He knew the other couldn’t see it but falling to a soft fresh mound had an appeal all it’s own. “Then you have to try some hotchocolate with marshmallows after all this cold.” There was a growing excitement in Ryan’s voice that was rare to hear from the angel. It was like he was a kid that finally found a friend who could relate. In a way Sam could, also a little damaged and not able to be taken into heaven but he believed just like Ryan did. They were fated to be here for a long time and Ryan was drawn to his sweetness.