Sam's attention went riveted on him. He gasped softly, eyes prickling with tears at hearing how Milo had suffered, and even suffered more afterwards. Why? Why would that happen to him? Had he lost faith? Given up hope? Samuel choked on his questions, refusing to let them out. It wouldn't be right. Sam wasn't here to judge him. It seemed like that had already been done. Milo's comment though made him blush once more, but his face quickly paled at the memories of his own torment. "I don't know how much longer I would have lasted," he whispered, then shook his head. "Of course. I try very hard not to dwell on what could have happened, as opposed to what did." He offered Milo a reassuring smile, reaching up to clasp the rosary around his neck. Jared had given it to him upon request, and it helped him sleep at night.<br/><br/>Some day he would be brave enough to ask more questions about what happened to Milo, but right now he was thoroughly content to sit next to him in the back of the church. His bible was in his lap and he sat close enough that his thigh was pressed against Milo's. He had learned to enjoy wearing modern clothes instead of angelic robes. It helped him blend in at any rate. People came up to greet him, and he shook their hands with a charming smile to each and every one of them. He even introduced himself as just a new member of the church and a new resident in Chicago. Both weren't really lies, and it made for conversation light and pleasant.