It didn't take long for Milo to come and join the poor angel as he wallowed under the water. He could see the wings and his heart sank a little for Sam. He wouldn't be accepted back, Ryan's wings were worse in color but he knew how much purity was a hang-up for his kind and people fretted over gray feathers let alone the black that had come in. Milo always thought it was a bit strange to base someone's soul off something that seemed superficial. Sure, his wings had always been stark white but was he really deserving of it? He had killed people and demons as needed and he was sure he had sinned at some point and failed to plead for forgiveness and yet no one questioned his devotion due to the whiteness of some feathers.<br/><br/>Just the knowledge that he might be wrong made him question all sorts of belief about it but he wasn't about to take on all the angelic council with questions about it. There was nothing sexual about stripping down and getting under the spray to help him up. Milo still thought the other to be strong and beautiful but he wondered what he looked like in someone else's eyes. Not listening to any protests he managed to get Sam washed and rinsed off as he dried the other off. "It's time for bed." He whispered to the man knowing that Sam could tell it was him due to his aura.