Samuel made enough for two of them, trying to calm his frayed nerves. He knew nothing of Milo's concerns about his leaving. If he had, they would have talked it out. Another blush crossed his face as he thought that maybe one day they could perhaps live together. The praise was nice as well. It just showed how much his faith was working. But Milo's comment had him turning. He set the knife down carefully and looked up at him. "I like you," he blurted out. Louder than he intended. His hands fell to his sides and he gnawed on his lip. "I...I started feeling like this when we were back there, but I wasn't sure what it was. I'm still not really sure. I mean, I've never felt like this before." Once he started, he couldn't stop.<br/><br/>"When you peened my wings, it felt nice. Not a violation, not uncomfortable. Certainly not unwanted. Nice. Like you're the sun peeking out through the rain clouds. A-and maybe it's nothing, but I don't want it to be nothing. I like you Milo. It doesn't bother me that you can't smile or laugh. I can sense your joy and happiness." He reached out a shaking hand, seeking out Milo. "A-and I'm not trying to start anything. I mean, if you don't want to. This is really new." He took a deep breath then, blushing so deep and hard that he swayed on his feet. "Sorry. That was a lot."