gravity don't mean that much to me
The last thing Milo expects, is for Sam to take that leap into playful conversation. Everything he’s been experiencing so far seems to suggest someone who would rather die on the spot than be blunt about something like that, given Sam’s overt reaction to Milo questioning whether he and Zeph had slept together. So as soon as the question leaves Sam’s mouth, Milo’s brows are raised high — honeyed eyes focusing on Sam with a playful smirk crossing his face.
“Yeah?” Milo asks, bracing both arms on the table now, tea forgotten momentarily while he waits to hear Sam’s comments further. “What sorta ways?” He questions, head tilting, grin remaining. Milo’s pretty sure he knows what Sam means, but there’s some amusement within him at the prospect of seeing if Sam can say it himself.
“Yeah?” Milo asks, bracing both arms on the table now, tea forgotten momentarily while he waits to hear Sam’s comments further. “What sorta ways?” He questions, head tilting, grin remaining. Milo’s pretty sure he knows what Sam means, but there’s some amusement within him at the prospect of seeing if Sam can say it himself.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
