Milo was not the most popular of angels for his own reason. Most thought him a bit creepy or weird because he had a form of facial paralysis develop in his youth that left his expression rather static. It meant most people talking to him often said they could never tell what he was thinking, and that was not from his lack of trying. Yet he was a powerful archangel in his own right and had been much requested in the war on the front lines. Ryan had lamented that a bit since it meant he didn’t get to see the other much in a last while. During peacetime he had a church that he tended to and tended to stick to the company of earth rather than hang around heaven and be gossiped about. Ryan stayed still to have his wings handled as they twitched and flexed under the touch it was clear he didn’t have very good control of them. He was a little flustered about the state that Michael found them in since he hadn’t intended to put them on full display and had wanted to pull them back after the quick peek<br/><br/>———-<br/><br/>Iris did figure it was best not to tell anyone about the plans, agreeing with Reake but also cautioning him that it might not turn out as well as he hoped. “Drake cut off contact a while ago. He used to at least make the effort to show up for Ryan’s and my birthday or something but since our adopted parents passed away even that stopped. I do hope the vampirism hasn’t made him savage at this point. The condition unmanaged could leave a man more like a mindless beast to be hunted rather than a rational human. I have been meaning to get the time to find himself but the war was taking up most of my time.” She said with some regret in his voice. It wasn’t often Iris got sentimental about much but it had been clear the man had more than just a casual friend only to have his fall off the timeline of their life.