It broke Milo's heart to see how the other was so beaten down and falling apart. He didn't know how the other managed to survive as long as he had. The question about touching his face would have made him grimace if he could. He didn't like how his face couldn't move right and always made other angels think he was a pompous asshole or somehow stoic and unable to laugh or smile right or anything. But he wanted to give the other any comfort he could so he took the others hand to place it on his face hoping he wouldn't notice it. He could feel the warmth of his fingers even through the slight numbness that was always in his facial features.<br/><br/>"You are not weak, you are by the strongest I have ever seen." He said with a slight tremble in his voice, "And I'm not going to leave. It is my duty to serve and I want to help you." It was true and he wanted the other to heal and get stronger but it was going to be a long road and he worried in his heart it would end with tragedy. It was not a joy to be hurting someone who had suffered so much and he wondered how God could think this right. "You were... betrayed?" He asked suddenly not really aware of the full weight of the story. There was a lot of hush hush in heaven about it and only the upper ranks had really tried to search for the other but it was considered a failed effort.