gravity don't mean that much to me
The whip back has Milo’s brows raising, a grin splashing across his face. “Aye, of course it is.” He replies swiftly, grin shifting a bit more crooked as he lets his gaze wash over Sam a moment. Yeah, the map maker doesn’t seem like the type, but Milo has been wrong before. Instead, the grin falters a small amount, moving to take a sip of the tea while Sam speaks, some sort of sorrowful edge to his tone.
“Mmm Zeph’s a bit rough ‘round the edges.” He shrugs, because that’s all he really can say about it. Doesn’t know the man or the relationship well enough at all to start making assumptions. As for Longheat, though, gears spin a bit as he lowers the cup again. “Longheat’s warm, gold’n, got the best sunrises ‘n sunsets. Days get longer ‘n the nights shorter.” A bit wistful of it, he flashes a grin back at Sam, shrugging as he takes another sip.
“Mmm Zeph’s a bit rough ‘round the edges.” He shrugs, because that’s all he really can say about it. Doesn’t know the man or the relationship well enough at all to start making assumptions. As for Longheat, though, gears spin a bit as he lowers the cup again. “Longheat’s warm, gold’n, got the best sunrises ‘n sunsets. Days get longer ‘n the nights shorter.” A bit wistful of it, he flashes a grin back at Sam, shrugging as he takes another sip.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
