MILO
the hope and the hurt has lived inside of me
but there's gold in the dirt
but there's gold in the dirt
The shirt slips off and Milo tosses it into a wet heap on the floor. And then his hands move, to Sam’s waist to try and get his pants off. A surprising amount of focus is given to the task, especially as Sam leans and nearly breaks his head open on a sink, Milo struggling to try and keep Sam upright and fine — clutching to a surprisingly warm body. But the pants slip off and Milo manages a quiet breath of relief, a fraction of a moment before Sam’s hands are at his own waistband and Milo’s brows lift, his honeyed gaze slipping toward Sam’s face.
He wonders if Sam’s already forgotten? “Oy, Sam, ya feelin’ okay?” He asks, remembering the way Sam has been relatively shy before and now seemed to actively be wanting to participate when Milo had thought he’d made his intentions clear. But he supposes after Sam’s wobbling with just getting the pants off, it might be easier to hold Sam up, to shower him off rather than a bath. And to do that, well, Milo’d be soaked if he kept his own clothes on. So he opts for trying without at first, just to see what Sam might do.
“I’m cleanin’ ya up, remember?” He asks, letting one hand off of Sam to switch the nozzle to the shower function, ensuring the water is warm enough. And he slips out of his own shirt, pausing enough to try and help Sam get into the bathtub shower. “Can ya stand fer me? Or do I need to get in there with ya?” He asks, brown gaze focused on Sam’s face as he tries to run the water along the Ascended’s torso to clean off the dried clusters of sand.
He wonders if Sam’s already forgotten? “Oy, Sam, ya feelin’ okay?” He asks, remembering the way Sam has been relatively shy before and now seemed to actively be wanting to participate when Milo had thought he’d made his intentions clear. But he supposes after Sam’s wobbling with just getting the pants off, it might be easier to hold Sam up, to shower him off rather than a bath. And to do that, well, Milo’d be soaked if he kept his own clothes on. So he opts for trying without at first, just to see what Sam might do.
“I’m cleanin’ ya up, remember?” He asks, letting one hand off of Sam to switch the nozzle to the shower function, ensuring the water is warm enough. And he slips out of his own shirt, pausing enough to try and help Sam get into the bathtub shower. “Can ya stand fer me? Or do I need to get in there with ya?” He asks, brown gaze focused on Sam’s face as he tries to run the water along the Ascended’s torso to clean off the dried clusters of sand.
i never took the time to see
but i knew of its worth
but i knew of its worth
