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
Milo thinks a moment on whether or not he’s met the Arbiter, but nothing comes to mind. Instead, he focuses on that being his initial thought of the man, aside from the things Zeph had told him, and finds a clear bout of amusement coming from it. So all he does is nod, a soft smile playing on his face, giving Sam’s shoulder a squeeze.
The mention of running back to his room though has his head tilting, reaching for the pad so he might write on it. “You’re not gonna run off and hide if I do, are you?” He asks, sliding the paper back toward Sam, pulling his arm reluctantly away from the Ascended and sitting forward on the bed while he contemplates it.
Would he have to board Sam up in here? It would it be better to sate the urge and hope that fixes it?
The mention of running back to his room though has his head tilting, reaching for the pad so he might write on it. “You’re not gonna run off and hide if I do, are you?” He asks, sliding the paper back toward Sam, pulling his arm reluctantly away from the Ascended and sitting forward on the bed while he contemplates it.
Would he have to board Sam up in here? It would it be better to sate the urge and hope that fixes it?
i never took the time to see
but i knew of its worth
but i knew of its worth
