drinking champagne from the fire escape, watching all my troubles rain down
It does some relief to his pulse and adrenaline as Ray seems just ass enthusiastic as he does to get the hell out of there. And once the bustling Port is in view, Milo glances back at Ray as she speaks. “Yeah, that was fuckin’ awful.” He agrees, releasing her to rub a hand at the back of his neck, still feeling the goosebumps lingering there.
Her question has him shrugging his shoulders, uncertainty lingering through his bones that suddenly feel so heavy with the release of adrenaline that he can’t quite get his mind put back right. “Th’voice maybe. I was a youngin’ the las’ time someone I knew died. So… Maybe?” He hisses a sigh of frustration through his teeth before shaking his head. “Givin’ me shivers jus’ thinkin’ about it.” He admits a bit ruefully, nose scrunching in distaste.
Her question has him shrugging his shoulders, uncertainty lingering through his bones that suddenly feel so heavy with the release of adrenaline that he can’t quite get his mind put back right. “Th’voice maybe. I was a youngin’ the las’ time someone I knew died. So… Maybe?” He hisses a sigh of frustration through his teeth before shaking his head. “Givin’ me shivers jus’ thinkin’ about it.” He admits a bit ruefully, nose scrunching in distaste.
everyone i know's got somewhere to go
I'm here with my head in the clouds
MILO
