gravity don't mean that much to me
It is a bit awkward, but Milo gets the sense that Sam doesn’t do this very often — not as often as Milo has. And perhaps that added boon of confidence of it working is just what Sam needs right now. So Milo can play along, coming closer to Sam, scanning blue eyes with his own honey hued ones, searching for what it is Sam exactly wants out of this. Milo’s got nowhere to be, after all.
Sam looks toward the door, then, Milo following his gaze before Sam’s attention turns back to him. Milo meets his eyes with a playful smirk, head tilting a bit as Sam leans forward. Milo meets him, closing in the distance — eyes flickering between Sam’s lips and eyes, that smirk still remaining on his face. “Then why not test the theory, aye?” He hums, his other hand moving to rest at Sam’s other side, pinning him in front of Milo unless Sam were to back up. Though Milo gets the sense that’s the last thing Sam wants to do.
Sam looks toward the door, then, Milo following his gaze before Sam’s attention turns back to him. Milo meets his eyes with a playful smirk, head tilting a bit as Sam leans forward. Milo meets him, closing in the distance — eyes flickering between Sam’s lips and eyes, that smirk still remaining on his face. “Then why not test the theory, aye?” He hums, his other hand moving to rest at Sam’s other side, pinning him in front of Milo unless Sam were to back up. Though Milo gets the sense that’s the last thing Sam wants to do.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
