Milo could tell that Sam had questions but was thankful he didn’t pry. The time was painful for him but not as painful as the scars it left behind. It made him determined to kill most demons he came across even if that hadn’t always worked out as planned. When they had settled into the church pews he could tell that Sam was a natural when it came to connecting with humans. Something that Milo couldn’t quite master. Sure he was well liked but again he couldn’t offer a reassuring smile or a sympathic expression to their suffering. He was glad that the other could at least get out and spread his wings a little. The people of the flock were very welcoming and they all settled in to the service.<br/><br/>It was a good one, about finding inner strength to get through challenges and Milo felt like he spoke to him as well. Having Sam here was a strange temptation especially since he felt so protective of the man in a way he hadn’t even been of Ryan. He wondered if it was healthy but having him around seemed to bring as great sense of comfort and eased him a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. He never felt judged by the blind man who wouldn’t be able to see his defects and always seemed to excited to see him. Plus when he did get a little flustered it was very.... cute. If that was the word he was looking for.