Samandriel winced a little as he shifted onto his back, managing to find the energy to shift his wings between planes enough so they weren't trapped beneath his physical body uncomfortably.
He wanted to touch more, to have more contact to be as tactile and exploratory as he'd been Made to be. Closeness wasn't a thing Heaven wanted anymore. "Florida is... Florida's always been a bit mad. Sometimes in a good way. Sometimes not."