MILO
It does feel like a lifetime ago. And a lot has changed since those times. Regardless, though, he does find himself weaving his way through the familiar paths of the tunnels, making his way toward their little hideaway that had become a bit more like a home over this past year. He picks the seat he always picks, one somewhat near the back, nodding his head toward Jack in greeting before letting his bronze gaze slip to all the others that have joined.
There are some faces he doesn’t recognize, most notablyAdam, but sinks into his seat, hands folded together as his fingers thread and twist in the sleeve of his long sleeve shirt. And then the young smuggler waits.
There are some faces he doesn’t recognize, most notably
cast me into your fire, your fire
'cause i'll never be less than what you want
'cause i'll never be less than what you want
